#their furniture is mismatched based on the aesthetic of the rooms but in the same room they’re all the same

[soulfullives]

prongsfoot apartment headcanons:

entrance corridor: a short hallway, a wooden clotheshanger and another hanger for their keys.

kitchen: rectangular shaped. the walls are a very light beige, and the floors are made out of ebony wood. on one side of the kitchen, the one with the entrence door (a cherry wood one), there’s the cabinets, sink, under sink cabinets (cherry wood), over and stove, and a white fridge. the other side has a two-people round table. a window’s covered by orange blinds, casting a glow through the haze of smoke. there’s an ashtray on the table and discarded cups of coffee. the walls are covered in covered of pictures of them and their friends. two animals bowls are on the floor, too.

living room: it’s separated from the kitchen by a singular wall. there’s a telly perched up on a small, ebony wood commode, and the couch is a washed down, red-brown, whereas the rug is a lighter shade. there are paintings and drawings on the wall, as well as a few other pictures. the windows are covered by mustard yellow curtains. the lamps and lightbulb emit a warm light, and there’s a record player on a chair tucked into the corner of the room. above the telly, there are shelves stacked with books, and there are soft, cushioned chairs on the floor, too.

bedroom: the floors are covered by a brown rug, and over that is thrown a smaller, dark red one. the walls are beige, but covered by band and quidditch (sports) posters. there’s a smaller clotheshanger on the wall. their bed is close to the wall, parted by only a nightstand, on which there’s a lamp and a few books haphazardly thrown. still, next to the bed, there are more books, and their old rucksacks, and whatever is related to that moment’s hobbies. in their bedroom, there are also their animals’ beds.

bathroom: attached to the bedroom. the tiles there, too, are a very light beige, but the tiles on the floor are dark red. there’s a dark orange carpet in front of the bathtub, shielded by a shower curtain. on the washbasin is the small cup in which their toothbrushes are, and above it is a small cabinet, in which there is medicine, toothpaste and anything of that sort. the toilet is right on the left, and behind it is something small, resembling a stair, where are magazines and newspapers. towels are hung, but they usually shower together, so reach for them or give them to each other.

[orions-choker]

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Serial Killers, Murder, Obsessions, Yandere tendencies, more to be added.

Chapter Three

Eerie was the only word that could describe stepping into Kirk’s house. Uncanny in the way that it was completely unremarkable. A little crowded, but cozy. There was an assortment of slightly mismatched furniture in the living room, family photos resting on the walls and side tables.

It was just a glimpse as she followed her companion up the stairs. She could faintly make out the figure of Kirk’s mother resting in the living room, the distant sounds of the television made the house feel less empty. She could accurately guess which door led to Kirk’s room based on how it mirrored her own.

His room was smaller than initially believed. Perhaps it just seemed that way as the wall’s seemed to close in on her. Painted a dark color and covered head to toe in posters, flags and magazine cutouts. She could make out some of the band’s and movies displayed but the majority of it was lost on her.

The bed was pushed to the far side of the wall, sheets tossed about messily. In the corner rested the same guitar she had seen him with that night, she wouldn’t admit to that. “When did you start playing?” She asked eager to break the silence. She perched herself just on the edge of his bed, unsure of where else would be appropriate to sit.

Kirk had moved to a shelf on the far wall that held not only an old worn record player, but a pretty extensive collection of vinyl. In his hands the album he had purchased with her earlier. She watched as he slid it from its sleeve, the black color shining new in the light completely unblemished. “Hmm, five or six years ago now that I think about it.” He hummed thoughtfully as placed the record on the player. Carefully moving the needle over and allowing it to drop.

In an instant the room shook from the force of the music. It was hard to describe beside incoherent yelling, but beneath it was a rhythm that Y/N could enjoy. She smiled tightly at him, bopping her head along a bit. “It's different,” she commented albeit awkwardly. “I don’t hate it.” He laughed at her, moving to turn the volume down until it was a pleasant hum in the background. “You’ll enjoy it more, the more you listen to it.” Kirk assured her. He sat across from her in his swivel chair. There was a rising heat in the room and he moved to push up the sleeves of his denim jacket. Y/N watched the movement with curious eyes, drinking in the sight of more exposed skin.

There was a collection of pretty veins trailing from his slender fingers up his lean forearm. Oddly enough the few scrapes she had noticed on his knuckles ran up the length of his arm, something akin to nails being drug across his skin were healing into faint white scars. She peered at the wounds. “Do you fight a lot?” She asked him softly.

Kirk’s lips turned down at the corner, he followed her gaze to his hands and arms. The realization settled onto his face. “Oh, no I was cat-sitting for a friend.” He explained casually. He moved to roll the sleeves back down quickly. ‘I’m not the fighting type, trust me.”

Y/N could believe it. His aesthetics may have changed into something darker. But he seemed too gentle, still soft spoken and made up of mostly lanky limbs. A silence settled over them aside from the record still spinning. “I would love to see you play guitar sometime.” Finally she broke the silence. Her body leaned forward from where she sat on the edge of the bed. Her eyes drifted across the sleek but simple guitar that rested in the corner. “Or even see your band live.”

“We play every Metal Monday down at the bar.” Kirk's voice raised in pitch slightly, an infectious enthusiasm taking hold as he grabbed the guitar from its stand. “I can always pick you up and bring you down.” He offered. His fingers danced across the strings as he attempted to play the riff from the song based purely off of hearing it. He did a surprisingly good job keeping up.

It was mesmerizing, watching his hands move fluidly down the neck of the instrument, his fingers gripping tightly at the pick that hit each string. “Really?” She asked, finally forcing her eyes back up to meet Kirk’s. He was watching her with a lazy smile that made her stomach do flips. “I would really like that actually.”

The tension between the two seemed to ease, settling into something manageable. “Yeah, this Monday then?” Kirk asked hopefully. The song came to a close, his hands stilled their movements. His big brown eyes shone with an excitement that reminded her of an eager animal.

Y/N crossed her legs underneath herself, getting slightly more comfortably in his bed. Still hardly able to process the fact she was sitting in his room with him. “Sound’s good to me, how late does it typically run to?” She asked him. Seeing the confusion in his eyes she quickly explained. “It sounds stupid but uh, with what's been happening in town lately my parents kind of imposed a curfew, dumb I know.” Embarrassment burned through her veins, she was acutely aware just how stupid it sounded to be telling someone she had a strict bedtime as a fully grown adult. “No, that makes perfect sense, your parents are right.” Kirk nodded understandingly. “We play pretty early, if you can’t stay for the other bands I can drive you home early, it’s no worries.” His shoulders shifted with an easy shrug. Y/N’s chest slumped forward as she breathed out a sigh of relief.

She couldn’t tear her eyes away from the way his hands rested on the guitar, it was such a casual gesture like a natural extension of his body. “I feel like such a loser saying that.” She chuckled, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Speaking of curfew, I should be getting home pretty soon.” her gaze shifted past Kirk, gazing out the window where the late morning sun shifted to a hazy pink afternoon sky.

Kirk pouted playfully. “You gotta at least finish the record with me.” He said as he got up, resting the guitar on the bed beside her. He moved to flip over the vinyl, allowing the b-side to play. She had hardly noticed the music cutting out, it had become nothing more than a pleasant soundtrack to their conversation. Much better when it wasn't assaulting her senses.

Carefully her fingers came to rest on the neck of the guitar. She was surprised by how rough the strings were against her skin. She absentmindedly realized she had never held a guitar before. “Okay, okay I’ll finish it with you…it's not like I'm far away from home anyways.” She joked, able to see the faint light from her own bedroom window where she sat on his bed.

It was now she realized just how good of a view Kirk would have into her room if her blinds were left open. She could see practically everything from here, including the majority of her bed. It was a good reminder to keep her curtains drawn when she was sleeping. She shivered at the thought of anyone being able to see her so clearly.

“So what's the deal with this band?” She asked him with a curious tilt of her head. “You seemed pretty excited to find this album earlier,” she pointed out. She watched a grin spread across his face, his slightly crooked teeth on display. They glinted in the dim lighting of his room, almost looking like the sharp canines of a predator.

Unknowingly she had opened a floodgate for Kirk to spill everything he knew about the band. She was quick to learn it was one of his favorites, rather the singer was one of his favorites and he simply loved whatever band he happened to be a part of. He talked about it with a fervor that could only be described as incredibly dorky. This reminded her far more of the neighbor she remembered.

She watched him intently, drinking in every word that spilled past his lips like a never ending flood of knowledge. “I didn’t know you were so passionate about music.” She filled the silence that followed. “I don’t mind it actually, maybe you can show me some other bands next time.” She offered as she got up from the bed.

The sky continued to dim and she knew she was pushing it. It was hard to miss the frown on Kirk’s face. “Yeah, next time.” He nodded. He followed suit, striding across the room quickly. It took her by surprise as his hand came to rest delicately on her hip, the other snaking around her to open his bedroom door. “Let me walk you downstairs.” His voice hovered just above her ear. It was gone just as soon as it had appeared. Leaving Y/N’s heart in her throat.

Her brain short circuited at the sudden contact. Nodding dumbly she followed him down through his living room once more. “Thanks for today Kirk, I’ll see you on monday yeah?” She was able to choke out some sort of farewell to him. Her head tilted up to look at him with wide eyes.Her hands gripped the strap of her purse like a lifeline.

“You will.” He confirmed with an easy chuckle. The front door creaked open slowly as he held it for her once more. The act would seem gentlemanly had he not been looming over her. “Have a goodnight Y/N.”

With the speed of a frightened mouse she ducked her head, sliding past him. She cut across his lawn into her own, acutely aware of his eyes on her until she dipped into her own empty house. She was grateful for the lack of her parents as she locked the door behind her quickly. Explaining her flustered state to her mother was the last thing she wanted to do.

Being around Kirk left her with a blizzard of mixed emotions. There was objectively nothing wrong with him, quite the opposite. His voice was soft, words were sweet. His smile was bright and comforting. Yet there was something about the way his eyes lingered on her that had her feeling like she was being laid bare before him.

Worse that her insides were on display, each erratic beat of her heart and twist of her guts showcased, as her flesh and fat was peeled away by a single gaze. Like a cadaver to be examined and studied. She wondered if she had ever truly had a crush if this is what it felt like.

The house was dark, barely illuminated by the setting sun. She slipped off her shoes easily, leaning against the wall for support as her knees felt weak. The implications of the day spent with her attractive neighbor finally settled in. She shook her head as she stumbled to the kitchen, haphazardly hitting the lights on her way.

A shiver ran up her spine as the cool air of the fridge blasted her skin. Her hands rummaged amongst the shelves as she searched for something to satiate the growing hunger she felt. Absent-mindedly she realized she hadn’t eaten at all today. The choice was a slice of cold pizza. The fridge rattled with the force in which she slammed the door closed.

She winced slightly. “Sorry,” She apologized as if her action had actually hurt the appliance. She shuffled across the cold tile floor to the kitchen table. Leaning on the table, she rested her weight on her arms as she took a bite of her food. A frown pulled at her lips, it was stale. With a defeated sigh she finished it off, the ache of exhaustion under her skin outweighed her want for real food.

It had turned dark outside faster than she thought, heavy clouds moving in and casting an early night upon the town. She squinted as she looked outside the large sliding glass door, the glare from the kitchen lights making it hard to see anything. Her eyes landed on the latch, realizing it had been left unlocked.

The hairs on the back of her neck stood up as she noticed the mistake. She was quick to get up from the table, her chair screeching across the tile as it launched back. As much as she wished to believe she was above scary stories, the very real threat plaguing her childhood town had her more than a little on edge. Her fingers quickly grasped the lock, pulling it into place with a relieved sigh.

Being closer to the window now she could see her back yard a little clearer now. It was clear, of course it was clear. She was getting worked up for no reason. Taking a small step back, from the corner of her eye…movement. Her head snapped towards it. Unmistakably in the corner of her yard was a looming dark presence. She couldn’t see their eyes but she had a sinking feeling they were staring directly at one another.

She had acknowledged it, and it had acknowledged her. Her breath was knocked from her lungs harshly. The creeping feeling of panic took hold of her face, pulling it into a long terrified expression. The figure stood unmoving, as did she. Paralyzed by her fear she was glued to her spot. Bile rose from her stomach, burning her throat.

From behind her was the unmistakable sound of the front door creaking open, it was enough to snap her from her stupor. A blood curdling scream built deep in her stomach as she turned from the sliding glass door to behind her. She unleashed as she turned to face…her mother and father.

“Y/N sweetheart what's going on?” Her Father asked in a panic, dropping his work bag to the floor as he rushed to her side. Her mother followed suit, hands immediately patting over her body checking her for injuries. Her yell seemed to echo off the walls as her body shook.

With a shaky hand she pointed outside. Words escaped her as she stuttered out what she had seen. “O-outside, someone.” She gasped for air, leaning back against the counter for support. She saw the flash of worry in her fathers eyes as he moved to the door, throwing it open as he examined their backyard.

Her mother stayed at her side, moving her to sit down once more at the table. “Sweetheart there's no one outside.” Her father informed her cautiously as he returned inside, careful to close and lock the offending door behind him.

There was a disgruntled noise from her mother beside her. “Oh for crying out loud Y/N, were you reading too much about the murders this morning.” She ran a hand through her hair. All concern was drained from her words. “Jesus christ, you gave us a heart attack.”

Y/N shook her head wildly in protest. “No I know, there was someone out there, he looked right at me!” She exclaimed. She looked to her dad with pleading eyes, a sense of desperation in her voice. “I’m not making it up, he was right there.”

There was a deep frown on her father’s face. “Princess, you should go get some rest, you obviously haven't recuperated from the drive back.” He sighed, voice laced with irritation as he tried to calm down from the sudden excitement they had all experienced.

She blinked hard, and nodded. She wasn’t convinced, she wasn’t tired. She knew what she saw, someone was out there. Each step she took up the stairs in silence filled her with dread, flinching at the darkness that embraced her as she reached her room. Her hand was hesitant to find the light switch.

Even the sight of her room, her safe space, brought her little comfort. Her eyes drifted to her open curtains. Approaching the open window left her hands shaking. She could see the warm glow of the light in Kirk’s bedroom window, it brought her some solace. Her eyes carefully scanned the yard below, nothing.

She peaked into Kirk’s room. It seemed empty, his bedroom door left wide open. A small pang of worry wormed its way into her heart. What if the freak had moved on to Kirk’s house instead. She shook the thought from her head, relief flooding her as she watched his body enter the room, a beer in hand.

Quickly before she could be caught staring once more she drew the blinds, double checking the latch on her window was locked once more.Her body slumped against her mattress, her hands shook as her gaze fell to the floor. There had been someone outside she was sure of it. Thinking rationally it could have easily been someone lost, a drunk person cutting through backyards, a million more reasonable explanations than the possible serial killer plaguing the town.

But she could feel those eyes on her, even through the thick separation of a glass window pane. Something hungry, devouring just the sight of her. A deep feeling of regret curdled in her stomach. She really should have stayed at school for the summer.

[downinmybeastheart]

Candle Cove Headcanons: Some settings and stylistic choices

Settings

(Note: Some of these are based off of things from the wiki and fandom!!)

The main setting is Candle Cove, which refers to both a cove and the town nearby.

The town is fairly quaint but somewhat dreary, kinda like the scenery in Flapjack but lower budget and a bit more color.

There’s quite a few locations in candle cove that should be taken note of:

Main square/street: cobblestone path, shops and buildings, and an area for either a few kiosks, a musician, or any plot relevant/fitting role.

Candle snuffer: A tavern/bar. Genuinely serves rum and stuff, but also juice and milk for kids I guess. Weird, but perhaps it was to make it more appropriate for a kids’ tv show (got this one from tv tropes “for fun” page, so thanks!)

The cove itself: somewhat tropical looking coast, but humble. There are torches/candles that are lit sometimes

Other notable settings include...

The Sea - not much to say. This is where every island and some of the minor characters would be found.

Isle of the Banalites: Home of the Banalites, small yellow humanoids who love bananas. Very tropical, even a volcano. The Banana King is found here

The Skin-Taker’s lair. : a fairly well put together set (or, set of sets) with a sepia sort of palette. Inside a cave. Somewhat close to the cove and the island it’s on. There are a few different rooms, all of which have decorations and furniture made with skin.

The ships- the interior of the laughingstock and Horace’s ship (tbn) are also shown. They have a similar setup, but the laughingstock is a tad bit cleaner and is less dark. The Laughingstock is definitely a “hero’s” ship, while Horace’s has a villainous sort of vibe to it, with a red/black/gold palette.

Varied caves and underwater places

Roethorn Rainforest : there are many similar rainforests and jungles, but this one has been in a few episodes and has a particularly bad rep. Near the end of its debut episode it floods, with Percy and Janice fighting against not only Horace, but the rushing water. In another, Percy is poisoned by a plant on the island. Some people even believe part of the finale takes place in Roethorn. The only reason the characters return is due to its vast treasure and other forced plot reasons.

The Bloodlands- On the same island as Candle Cove. Formally a humble village, it was overrun by the same monsters that once plagued the Cove, and it burned down. Now all that’s left is a cursed place. The beach is rocky with marbled sand, stripes of reddish tints of tan. The water is murky and seems to suffer from Red Tide. It’s not shown on camera, just mentioned, though it may have appeared in the finale. Strangely, according to a map shown in one episode, it faces Roethorn.

Some notes on the show’s aesthetic/set/design

The sun and moon are occasionally shown on screen, in the upper corner of the stage. They usually are colored pencil or watercolor drawings of the object held there with a stick/string/whatever. Only used half the time. The sun has an orange tint while the moon has a blueish one. In one episode the moon had a face, but only on that one occasion.

The backgrounds of the sets are actually fairly well put together, as well as some of the props. Still amateur and low budget, just not horrifically awful.

Ocean waves are portrayed by cardboard or wood cutouts. They look a bit shabby.

Most of the music is the one calliope leitmotif, but there are some other melodies as well. A few are more tropical sounding, others are more intense. The one thing they have in common is that they all seem kind of... off.

The overall vibe is a nautical one, somewhat muted colors and antique-ness, but with a childish sort of nature to it. The Banalite island and other settings out in the ocean seem a lot more tropical, and they definitely have a more “dollar-store-luau” sort of vibe to them.

The costumes and puppets look fairly cheap. There’s a lot of poorly made accessories. Janice looks alright since she’s a kid in fairly casual clothes, but every other character played by a person in costume really looks like they either rummaged through the costume closet last minute or are on their way to a Halloween party.

As for the puppets, they look very mismatched. Many are either poorly repurposed from other projects or thrift stores and others are put together from different parts, like Percy. Others are hand puppets made from scratch with somewhat cheap fabric.

However, some say that there was one or a few puppets that appeared near the end of the show that were both really disturbing and really well made. There is no proof that these puppets existed.

[entomycetic]

BUST AU - Timeskip Moon Base (+other headcanons)

(Made a previous post about my The Space Between Us AU that I’m now calling BUST AU; all you need to know is Steven grew up in the Moon Base, which was remodeled over time to look more like a proper home.) “Here’s an AU that I won’t develop beyond this synopsis!” *immediately spends the entire night world building* ....Seriously its almost 8am, I haven’t left my computer since I made the first BUST post like 9 hours ago or somethin oops- Anyways, I really wanted to design how the moon base house looked in my head! Though after I drew it out, I realized it might be more suitable as a timeskip, when Steven had more say in how it was constructed, and was held more responsible for taking care of himself. I SUPER wanna revisit this and actually make a background for each room, but now is Not The Time, so here’s the general idea!

I wanted to get a sense of scale first, so here’s just the practice of getting the interior down! I used a bunch of screenshots to make an educated guess on the measurements, and boy howdy that is a LOT of room...

And here’s the (timeskipped) house version! (The holes on the far wall allow a platform elevator to efficiently transport people up and down the house, courtesy of Peridot and Pearl’s handiwork.) I went HAM on the decoration man, I’ll explain this chicken scratch bottom to top:

Warp Room

The entrance and exit! The warp pad was placed in its own room so the warp light doesn’t blind anyone. It’s a personal theory that the farther the distance of warping, the stronger the light; and the moon is pretty far!

The Gems bring back as many cool finds as they can to help decorate the space (making sure the sharper things are securely fastened out of reach). Along with this, Steven decorates with his own art and posters that he buys online.��

The Gems made sure to insulate and wall up the murals; they didn’t need him asking about the Diamonds so soon. Some furniture lines the outer wall with maps and books strewn all across them; Steven prefers to be home schooled down here, and it’s also where the Gems usually plan for missions that they want Steven to join. Steven also brought a bunch of flowers down, helping fill in the giant room.

Next to the door is a pair of homemade (but reliable) astronaut suits; they aren’t used very often though, since there’s not much to see outside. The main door used to be locked entirely, until a second airlock was fitted inside.

Kitchen/Living Room

To the left is the general living room area, to the right is the kitchen. The Gems were able to set up electricity, water lines, sewage, the WHOLE package!

The dining table usually has 5 chairs set up, but they keep some extra foldable chairs leaned against the cabinet- just in case.

A large rug, coffee table, two mismatched couches, and a cluttered bookshelf in the living room; long counters, overhead cabinets full of canned goods, a fridge, sink, and microwave oven in the kitchen.

Bathroom/’Shed’

For the sake of privacy, this floor is separated into two rooms with a hallway in the middle. Steven took the liberty of decorating it with a nice table and a flower.

As standard a bathroom you can fined on the moon, on the left- tub/shower combo, a short counter with a sink, a mirror, toilet, standalone closet with ‘typical’ bathroom supplies

Currently, the ‘shed’ is full of books, games, and beanbags; whatever Steven’s family think he might find fun usually ends up here. 

Steven built a little loft area as his first big addition to the house, which he’s proud of; only him and Amethyst have the guts to hang out up there, though. A small TV is used for his video games and movies; he can’t really get a signal for cable on the moon, but he can always watch new movies in theaters in the observatory.

Greenhouse

As it’s titled, where at least half the plants in the house are kept!

This area might have gotten the most upgrades, with Peridot’s help; with regulators and efficient plant lights, this farm and outdoor area is much easier to take care of nowadays.

The first ‘layer’ is a grassy area with a small oak tree and a pond with a few fish.

The ‘shelf’ floors act as a farm, with a variety of crops growing all year round in assorted wall hanging planters.

Plant lights hand down from the shelf floors; the brightest hang above the open area, so the tree gets enough light. Solar panels now line a majority of the outer walls of the base to power the house.

Observatory

Almost the same as it was when the Gems first started renovating; the only difference being the entrance/exit being changed to a different spot. Steven uses this room less ever since he’s been able to visit Earth more, but before then it might’ve been the room he spent the most time in.

Bedroom

The diamond seat was turned into a bed; with some custom-made support between the edge of the seat and the edge of the control panel, a mattress was able to be placed inside; the back of the seat and the control panel acting as the head and foot of the bed. As cool as the view is, Steven placed a removable veil over his bed for when he wants to pretend he isn’t entirely isolated from humanity.

I like to think it’s similar to the conservatory seen in the movie, with beanbags and flowerpots.

Furniture like a dresser and bookshelf was placed on the wall facing away from Earth; his desk faces the Earth. He also made a removable background curtain, so when his friends that don’t know he lives on the moon decide to video call, he doesn’t have to answer many questions.

He has a few hundred feet of string lights hung above everything, kind of like a spiderweb. Pearl calls it a fire hazard, Steven calls it necessary for the aesthetic

There’s all the rooms, now time for some other random headcanons!

Can you tell that I like Steven likes beanbags?

Steven picked up a LOT of hobbies since he had so much alone time; his most frequent being singing/playing instruments, gardening, reading, and art. The gardening helps him take care of the greenhouse, and his art decorates a lot of wall space. He’d have probably picking up cooking if he didn’t have to rely so much on others getting the ingredients for him.

Steven keeps a beanbag in the observatory; he could and does spend hours sightseeing. As fascinated as he is by society, he tries to respect peoples’ privacy as best he can, and doesn’t spy on his friends and family altogether.

A lot of the stuff to build was stolen or taken from garbage; Greg was impressed, exasperated, and afraid for his son when Amethyst told him this. (Amethyst still brings stuff for the house to this day; the foldable chairs, some of Steven’s posters, the living room rug,etc.)

The amount of hours he’s sunk into people watching has inadvertently made him REALLY good at lip reading.

Steven isn’t entirely vegetarian, but a good majority of what he eats comes from the farm in the greenhouse; it’s easy to tend to and is right at home!

The greenhouse used to be Steven’s favorite place to hang out, but seeing the human zoo kind of disturbed him; he still loves it since it’s his home and he likes tending to his plants, but he subconsciously avoids staying there for as long as he used to. (...remind me to never try to do half-assed-and-failed gravity math at 4am ever again. also. heheheh could write some fluffy qpr connverse....or something dramatic like the warp pad breaking...hehehehehehe maybe later tho when i aint dead)

[thefanstudioindia]

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