#they can get their freak on if they want ok

[lottiesgrl]

𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘁-𝗰𝗿𝗮𝘀𝗵 𝗻𝗼𝗻𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗯𝗮𝗹 𝗹𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗲

cw: n/a

༉‧₊˚. lottie hasn't always been known to be the most verbal, even before the crash. she had opened up to you about how sometimes it's hard for her to find her voice, and how some days it felt like she could barely speak at all. you'd always been kind with her, gentle and understanding when she didn't want to talk much. you were one of the only ones who really understood her in that regard.

༉‧₊˚. after the crash, you were one of the first people to see her. she'd recognize your voice anywhere. you're crying out for her, trying to be louder than the press with their questions and accusations, and for a moment you see her turn to you and look you in the eye. she looks so much different than when you last saw her. she doesn't say a single word, just keeps that eye contact with you until authorities rush her off.

༉‧₊˚. you spend the entire day with her when she's finally released after they treat her wounds and assess her mentally. her family lets you - to them, it's less effort to try and "fix" their broken daughter. they warn you that they were told she refused to speak, but you don't care. none of that matters. all that matters is that you had your lottie back. you wrap her up into the tightest hug possible, crying and sobbing into her shoulder, and she doesn't say anything. she can't say anything. all she can do is wrap her shaking hands around you and hug you in return.

༉‧₊˚. her parents thought that maybe it was the shock of being rescued that caused her to stop talking. they told you that in time, she should return to "normal", that it would just be a long process. frankly, you aren't listening to any of their bullshit. why should any of that matter? lottie is here, alive, and in your arms. that's what's most important.

༉‧₊˚. she starts to get the hang of "communicating" with you. it starts out small; a tug at your sleeve after you've been lying in bed together for most of the day, followed by gesturing at her lips. you ask if she's hungry and you get a small nod in return. you're grateful that she's started to communicate her needs to you, and you can tell by the telltale glint in her eyes that she's appreciating it just as much as you are.

༉‧₊˚. you also start to notice the way she'll get up at odd hours of the night. you'll wake up at two in the morning to an empty bed, and, concerned for lottie's wellbeing, you'll check every corner of her expansive house to try and find her. you'll usually find her by the glass doors leading out to the porch, staring out into the woods on the outskirts of their lawn. you place a gentle hand on her shoulder, asking if she's ok, and she doesn't respond. you both stay like that for a while, neither one of you moving, until eventually she turns to you and crumples into your arms. you hold her, smoothing a hand over her back until she's calmed down enough to come back to bed.

༉‧₊˚. while you're both more than content to stay like this, there comes a time where you both have to leave the house for one reason or another. you promise lottie that you'll be by her side no matter what, and she nods, tears in her eyes as you cup her face and stroke your thumb over her cheek. from the second you leave, there are reporters swarming you, looking for any information on the details of the crash. you can see lottie tensing up, her grip on your hand tightening by the second. eventually, it all gets to be too much, and you snap at them and tell them all to fuck off because you both have nothing to say to them. you weren't expecting it to work, but to your surprise, they back off slowly. lottie breathes a sigh of relief and gives you a shy smile, squeezing your hand as if to thank you.

༉‧₊˚. being out in public used to frighten lottie. the first time she went out, she was so overwhelmed, and everyone kept looking at her like she was some sort of freak. every time you went to order food, they'd question why she wasn't speaking. she thought that she'd never get used to going in public; however, as always, you were there to help her. from then on, when you went out to eat, you'd always pull up the menu beforehand to make sure you knew what she wanted to eat. you'd even made her a personalized set of communication cards as she hadn't really liked any of the ones she'd seen online.

༉‧₊˚. ever since going non-verbal, you've become really attentive to her smiles. you've always thought that it's the best thing in the world whenever she smiles, and that's even more true after she stops speaking. she had a whole range of smiles, from shy to sad to elated. it took her a really long time to smile after the crash, but you were the first person to see her smile again. you almost burst into tears on the spot.

༉‧₊˚. you love lottie so much, whether or not she's verbal.

[propertyofwhitney67]

How would the LIs be like as the PCs older brothers? Can be beyond familial iykwim 👀

(ps your big brother whitney content fed me GOOD)

hehe yes, I live for big bro Whitney

Whitney is a shitty brother, always shitting on you and fucking with you. But he will beat the shit out of anybody that treats you like that. He also scares off any would be suitors bc he's a selfish bastard.

Kylar....he's the fucking worst. He's so fucking in love with you and 100% believes he has to marry you and have kids with you. Everyone steers clear of you for one being Kylars sister and two bc that freak will attack them. You have to sleep in the same room, in the same bed. He can't sleep without being inside you and you will wake up in the middle of the night to him fucking you.

Robin refuses to acknowledge the feelings he has, he ignores them and tries to move on. He tries to have normal relationships but it just doesn't feel right, he can't help but think of you. He wants to be a good older brother, he is a good older brother, but he knows these feelings are wrong and it eats away at him.

P!Sydney is honestly one of the best big brothers. He always wants to help you and keep you safe. He has weird feelings for you that he doesn't understand, ones that he's scared to ask about. He tries to pray it away but we all know that doesn't fucking work. One day he will break and act on these feelings, think prayer room.

C!Sydney is also the worst. He's still a good brother and does his best to keep you safe but he knows what these feelings are and he acts on them. He will terrorize you a bit and say that what you feel for him is a sin then when you're upset he says that you can sin together. He loves to keep his hands on you. He wants you in the library with him so he can fuck you any chance he gets, among other things.

Alex is always protecting you and making sure you're ok. He beats off any would be suitors, knowing they aren't good enough for you, well that's what he says. He understands these feelings but knows this isn't exactly right, despite that he still tries to be close to you, more than a sibling should.

Avery is an entitled ass motherfucker that doesn't give a fuck about helping you or making sure you're ok. That doesn't mean he won't take some form of ownership over you. He knows what these feelings are and he will act on them.

Eden is kind of an amazing big brother till he forces you to come to the woods with him. It's there where he acts on the feelings he's always had for you. It's there where you basically become his housewife/husband.

[pastlivesxpastlie]

There's not enough ii/iii/f!reader for me. I need more. 🥹 Can I get a ii/iii/f!reader fic where she asks to watch them together as a birthday present but they invite her to join when she does? Love the idea that ii/iii have a switch dynamic and reader gets to watch one dominate the other but then gets the other side for herself.

You’ll be getting a bill from a neurologist because this broke my brain🫶 @adenobabe @inv3ga imagine me mushing your boys together like Ken dolls.

Ahem…*mic feedback*

Switch!Brat!iii x Switch!ii x Soft!FemDom!Reader

Your birthday was this weekend and you were feeling restless. You made some lowkey plans but when your besties, ii and iii, (The Boyfriends™️ as you called them) asked what you wanted for your birthday, something snapped in your mind.

You: Ok. I know what I want 👉🏻👈🏻 remember that little offer you two had made?

In your mind you still heard III’s slurred words one night as you both eyed II across the pub: “If you think he looks good now, imagine him on top of me. Bet you’d like that…watching your two friends fuck, hm? Little freak.” At the time you laughed it off. III was such a kidder and knew not what he did when he was drunk, so what does it hurt to play along?

“Oh, can’t even imagine what you two get up to,” you purr, but the sarcasm saturates your words.

“What shit are you two talking now?” II appeared behind you silently, thus sandwiching you between him and III. The bassist loomed over both of you yet II’s piercing blue eyes was what kept both of you in place. Lifting your chin, II appraised your cheeks. “III, babes, what were you saying to her?”

“That she should watch sometime,” III responded, sounding stone-cold sober. Maybe he was lucid when he whispered those filthy things. II nodded and shrugged as if to say, ‘she should. Why shouldn’t she?’ The only thing you could do was burst into a nervous laugh which caused the boys to laugh, too; the proposition long forgotten. Or unspoken at least. But you didn’t forget. That was three months ago, allowing you 90 some odd days of the fantasy evolving in your head from something simple such as watching II go down on III to being made to touch yourself while one fucked the other. You could never decide who you liked getting fucked more in your fantasy. There was something obvious about III taking II but that didn’t make it less exciting. The thought of II fucking III made you giggle at first, thinking of iii’s legs all lanky around ii’s little waist, but soon it intrigued you…imagining II claiming III. You felt ashamed for thinking about it even though it wasn’t your original idea…the two of them literally offered themselves to you…you were allowed to enjoy the thought. And more than that…you were allowed to ask for it.

ii: are you sure that’s what you want?

iii: that doesn’t mean “no,” btw, dove.

iii: just means we want to know if we should book a room or not 😈

ii: stop double texting and give her second

iii:🖕

You: I’m sure. Saturday night.

ii: one more thing. If you’re up to it, we want you to join. No pressure, honestly. Even if you change your mind day of, yeah?

All week your mind was on its own little hellish rollercoaster. One minute was “yes! I WILL fuck my best friends!” The next was “no. I will watch respectfully.” And sometimes, but not too often, it was “I should call it off. I should be in horny jail.” But when Saturday night came and you instinctively pulled out your little red dress, you knew your mind was made up. And the boys knew it, too.

When you met up with them in the hotel bar, the energy crackled. There was a giddiness about the three of you, and you found yourself being more openly affectionate with them. It started out innocent enough. Pushing iii’s hair behind his ear mindlessly, resting your hand on ii’s arm when you asked him something—all innocent fun. Until of course they asked if you could tie a cherry stem with your tongue.

“Obviously I can. Watch and learn,” you teased. II leaned forward on the table letting his chin rest in his hand, watching intently, while iii crossed his arms.

“What are you even doing?” III laughed, asking what everyone was thinking. This was so much harder than you remembered. “Such a liar.”

“I dunno…it’s kind of hot. Persistent little thing,” II said not taking his eyes off you. You spit out the cherry stem, not even bent much less tied. A rosy blush covers your face as you giggle at yourself. “Look at her,” ii teases as he scoots near you, “she’s a mess. Aren’t you?” You lean into him as you laugh a little too loud. Suddenly iii looks serious.

“Doll. Before you get too faded…”

You instantly straighten up but shudder because II runs his fingertips across your shoulder blades. “What’s up?”

“Are you joining us tonight…or just spectating?”

This sobered you up instantly. You nearly forgot about the end goal here, watching them together or actually joining them. You took a deep breath and looked at them both for a second as you considered your options for the last time. Finally, you nodded slowly.

“Alright,” a wide smile broke across iii’s face, “shall we?”

Moments later, you were being pushed into the empty elevator with them. II made sure no one else was approaching as iii pressed you into the wall opposite the doors. His wide palm thumped beside your head on the wall, trapping you. You didn’t want to be completely passive tonight. You could just stand there and let him toy as he pleases, but it’s your birthday, and he’s a part of your gift. You lean up and gently tease his lips with your tongue. As he lets out an amused huff, he pulls your face forward in a rough kiss. II hums contentedly as he leans against the wall, just watching. III nibbles and pulls your bottom lip just a bit as he breaks the kiss. “That’s a good girl,” he laughs softly. Suddenly he flings you into ii, who captures your lips with a patient intensity. III’s kiss excited you, but ii’s seduced you. When the lift got to your floor, ii’s pulled away, wiping his mouth and looking you up and down.

“You’re trouble.”

You look back at III as he gently guides you to the room. “Is that a good thing for you two…trouble?”

III rolls his eyes and laughs dryly. “I’m always trouble with him, love,” he says as you enter the room. Seeing the soft lighting and comfy king sized bed helps you get in the mood but it also serves as a reality check. You are here! With your besties! And it becomes even more real when…oh shit.

“You’ve got such a mouth on you,” ii growls as he pulls iii to the bed. “Definition of trouble.” II climbs on top of iii to kiss and suck at his neck. III moans softly as ii marks him, but he reaches out his hand to you. He wants to lay beside him. That’s when you realize you’re staring. Gawping. You slip out of your shoes and slot beside iii with his arm wrapped around you. His hazy eyes wander to yours.

“Come here, good girl.” He whispers. III pulls you to him and your lips meet again. You don’t know what to do with your hands but you remind yourself that this is your gift. Make the most of it. Your hand drifts from iii’s chest to ii’s hair. The urge to stir the pot is too strong. You pull at ii’s hair and wrench him from the crook of his boyfriend’s neck. III breaths out a little “fuck” as you and II make out right above his face. II licks your bottom lip playfully and nudges your noses together.

“Let me take care of him and then I’m all yours, love.”

Loud and clear. III let’s go of you to sit up and take off his shirt; ii follows suit, still in iii’s lap. Their kisses are rough, needy, as if they don’t do this whenever they want. II grinds into iii’s lap and moans. “Fuck yeah…fuck…bite me,” ii murmurs as iii licks a long stripe up his neck. This is the hottest thing you’ve ever seen, and they’re not even naked yet. “Lay back and take your pants off, handsome,” ii whispers. You bite your lip as iii lays back to shuffle out his pants and boxers, his cock springing free. You’re desperate to touch it, to have it in your mouth, but ii beats you to it. He drags his fingertips up the underside of iii’s cock teasingly, relishing in the way he squirms beneath him. “What’s wrong? Squirming away from me?”

“Fuck just stroke it…”

“That’s an idea.”

“You want to…come on just…” iii swipes a hand down his face and grabs for ii’s hand, but it’s slapped aside.

“Hands behind your back. Now.”

III huffs and groans. “Yeah…yeah alright. Fine.” He lifts his core and folds his forearms under his back.

“Looks you have a good boy, ii,” you murmur, finally finding your confidence. II’s smirk makes you want to kiss it right off of him. Finally he starts jerking iii’s cock while staring through you. You’re under his spell, basically eye-fucking him. III is whimpering and moaning pathetically; the only attention he’s getting is ii jerking him off and he keeps looking at you…begging for anything with his blue puppy eyes.

“Babe…babe…take that pretty dres-“

“Don’t tell her what to do,” ii snaps, “it’s her birthday…have some respect.”

III chuckles breathlessly through his moans as ii slows his strokes. “Sorry. Sorry, pretty.” But there’s no love lost, you’re entertained by their dynamic. You roll closer and pepper little kisses on cheek.

“Didn’t take you for a sub, iii,” you whisper. He shrugs as ii takes a little break to fetch something from his overnight bag.

III moves his face to kiss you softly, his cock twitching when you run your hands down his stomach. “I can be…but so can he,” he whispers back, referencing ii. “Switchy, like me.”

Your jaw drops, and a shocked laugh fills the room. “II? Really, hun? You like being thrown around a little…told what to do?”

“He so does. Honestly, one time…with IVy of all peop-“ but iii doesn’t get to finish. II puts his hand over iii’s mouth, muffling his mischievous snicker.

“Runs his mouth too much. Love, show me how you’d shut him up,” ii says with a cocked eyebrow.

You take your cue to slip off the bed and undress. They both watch you in reverence. If iii didn’t have his brat mouth covered, it would have been agape. “II,” you purr, “take your hand off my seat.” II moves his hand, and iii exclaims ‘oh fuck yes,’ as you straddle his face. Since his arms are still tucked behind him, you press your desperate pussy to his mouth. Your palms press into his tummy as he laps at your clit. You can’t help the slutty noises he’s pulling from you. II has slipped out of his clothes and positions himself between iii’s legs. He’s brought a small bottle of lube with him. “Are…are you gonna fuck him,” you ask…or at least try. It’s hard when you’ve got a tongue prying at your slit and two hard throbbing cocks before you.

II squirts the liquid in his palm and pumps iii with a renewed lust. “Hah…no, no. This cock is yours first.” Poor iii doesn’t last long with your pussy gushing against his lips and ii’s deft touches. Your eyes roll back as iii moans into your pussy. “Alright, love, hop off.” You roll off and watch as the two of team meet in a hot, passionate kiss. III undoubtedly stiff arms wrap around ii and hold him like he’s the most precious thing.

“Taste her on me, babe?” iii whispers against ii’s mouth. II nods with a dumb little smile and playfully licks at iii’s mustache. “Alright…hopping in the shower.”

“Aw…but…” you pout.

“I’ll be back, doll. Don’t worry.” III chuckles as he saunters into the bathroom, leaving you and ii on the bed. As if it has to be a secret, you both sit silently until you hear the shower run. II is immediately on you, groping your tummy and breasts as he kisses at your neck. Your eyes roll back as breathy pants leave your lips. Your chest heaves as his mouth greedily works down to your breasts.

“Be a good boy for me…hm?” Your finger gently tilts his chin up. “C’mere…” He’s a goner as your lips rub up against his. They’re so puffy from kissing iii. “You’ve been good haven’t you…waiting your turn…haven’t even touched yourself.”

“Heh, stop,” he saying looking away with the sweetest blush. “Where’d this Mommy act come from, hm?” He peppers your cheek with kisses as he whispers.

“It’s not an act,” you whisper as you adjust his cock to slide in. III got you beyond wet enough for ii, so only a gentle nudge was needed for him to go in fully. II’s head falls forward with a low groan. “Let me see you…” your hand now rests firmly under his jaw, wrapped around his neck. He grins like any subby good boy would when your fingers flex. “There he is…eyes on me…” His eyes are dreamy and hazy as they flutter shut or roll back as his cock twitches inside of you. You squirm a little just to get comfy and enjoy teasing him as your bodies writhe against one another.

“Please,” he whimpers. He’s getting impatient.

“You want to cum so soon?” You question mocking pout.

“I…fuck…I can cum again later. Just please….”

His sweet puppy eyes glisten as he bites his lip, practically whining. His adam’s apple bobs against your palm but he doesn’t break. “Show me how happy this makes you…” He shudders and slowly thrusts. His body wants to slump forward but your grip holds him steady. “You want to cum before he gets back in here? Hm?” II nods quickly and squeezes his eyes shut, the overall excitement from the night and your tight softness overstimulating him. “Heh yeah…just for me and my good boy…I’m going to let go of you now—“

“No please…please keep it there…feels so good…so good for you…” he begs. “Just a little harder…” When you squeeze a little harder, a fire lights in II. He fucks you fast and rough trying to play this little game where you have to finish before iii comes out. His lips form a little pout, dying for a kiss. You can’t resist that. Instead of letting him move, you lean up and capture his lips. He moans against your mouth as the first kiss makes him lose it. You move your hand to let him breathe as he cries out against your chest.

II is still nestled against your chest, and in your pussy, when iii comes out of the steamy bathroom…already rock hard again. “Alright, loves…who’s next?”

[romsabombs]

Malevolent part 48 The Castle notes!!!

hes still got the plague😟

how it feels to have a job interview

new guy new character unlocked💥

COVER YOUR MOUTH MAN

oh??

"speaking of sick, who are you" HAHA

blud will NOT cover his mouth

who r these people!! pls tell me we're gonna have a murder mystery😋

DISGUSTINGGGG😟😟

i think its gonna be a manor murder mystery

witch mentioned🙏🙏🙏

shes just like me fr. the vibe i bring to the function

maybe we can bond over being blind

we r not making any friends here

ARTHUR STOP COUGHING

i have no idea whats going on

ummmm the cracks??🤕

someones coming :3

HAHA ITS A CULT MEETING FUNNY AS HELL

"whatever you See is necessary" ok😐

so who's gonna die first

nightmare blunt rotation

BLACK STONE MENTIONED☝️💥

ORDER OF THE FALLEN STAR MENTIONEDDD🗣️🗣️ we're so back

i cant believe arthur's in a cult now

RIGHT the ring😬

no gift means no dinner and a hundred hours in the prison pits

we already fucked up HAHA

we're so cooked💀

does this guy have a crush on arthur

HAHA "praying" oscar 2.0

Which God is crazyyy

"the almighty god" laughs nervously

NONE🗣️ OKAYYYY

"heathen" HAHA fucked up

"sleep with one eye open" like thats gonna do anything

LIGHTERRR💥💥💥

arthurs not gonna make it through the night i fear

i can't tell these people apart yet

king in yellow shubniggurath mentioned

"shub" TEEHEE NICKNAMES

OMG IT IS A MURDER MYSTERY🥳🥳

I WAS RIGHT!!!!!💥💥💥

"MURDER👺"

"we need to touch that body" ok. freak

"whats all this then🤓☝️"

throat slit from behind😟 yuck

harlans french accent is so funny

YAAA the ringggg

we could kill someone and frame this guy by leaving the ring at the scene

NOOOO oh nooo

arthurs detective arc

john does NOT want to touch this body

"our chest" TEEHEHEE

the sexual tension between them

idk whats going on fr

"large wooden cross"christianity mentioned

😟 oh hes dead 🤕💔

slit throat again???

"i do not🤓"

"shes doing an awful job" HAHA

HAHA WHAT hes roasting all of them

hes starting sm drama

HAHA HES GETTING BEAT UP

hes tryna touch the body non chalantly

HAHA no way

cover your mouth!!!😩 oh my god

"do you believe ur a decent man" ah😬

not the dog motif again

ummm

UHHH😬☹️

i like when people preach about how incomprehensible these gods are while arthurs having toxic yuri with one of them

god. damn

"barnabas was not with me" OKAYYY

thats it???

ok so its basically Dont Get Murdered

[frederickkreibug]

Re-entering this fandom by giving A tier list based on how/if these vat7k characters would fuck up a 20 piece buffalo wing

Free for debate

[hinamie]

atla!au designs part 3 !! one of these things is uh. not like the others

first year trio gojo/choso/nanami

[dailyloopdeloop]

DAY 71: shy

[cashmere-caveman]

forever obsessed w the fact that in bh lore vampires do actually die and stay dead for a short bit and then come back wrong. something that sadly never really gets elaborated on but that i find deeply fascinating bc it is implied that they remember the afterlife! which is such a cool and insane nugget of lore to give ur vampires like hello. also the implication that it scared the shit out of them, or at least out of mitchell..... can we talk about it!

mitchell eating his stupid fucking noodle box as hes waiting w the newly turned vamp to make sure he doesnt wake up alone and scared even though lauren mocks him for it!

mitchell making sure to remind george to NOT look at what's beyond the threshold when they are preparing to say goodbye to annie when her door shows up!

that little moment when annie decides to tell owen the secrets of the dead to drive him insane and george asks what that was all about and mitchell shakes his head so annie goes ahaha lol i was just improvising even though both her and mitchell know better!!!! thats their best friend who they will protect from the horrors of death as long as (in)humanly possible! they love you alive boy ♡

[triglycercule]

killer being like "yeah i know every single little thing about horror and dust" (because he watches them as a part time hobby (freak) (find something better to do)) and then he acts surprised when they do something that he wouldnt expect them to do in his little predetermined absolutely perfect concept of them

like what do you MEAN horror licks spoons clean when he's using them so he doesn't have to get a completely different one for the main course and the dessert. what do you MEAN dust has a lisp even though he speaks fluently and uses even more complex words than killer himself. horror knows how to sew and he often patches up their things without either of them noticing?? dust always wears oversized and clothes that cover him up just because he finds it comfy?? what??? out ra geous???? these guys have small little quirks to them that killer doesn't already know about???? killer immediately wants to know more. so he can expand his internal profile of them of course. not for any other more endearing and sweet reason. not at all,,,,,,,, (:3)

[deoidesign]

Hi, I kind of have a question, Adam said that can't walk in the sun when doesn't drink blood, but what exactly happens? Do vampires just burn immediately, begin to be more sensitive to sunburn or is it another kind of thing?

so, in time and time again I really wanted blood to be something of a medicinal need for vampires. it's not a 1:1 metaphor of course, please don't try to think of it that way, but it's how I conceptualize it.

He needs blood to go in the sun, to heal, to "be something of a human again" and it also grants him the ability to time travel, shapeshift, compel others...

Without blood, he can't do these things. So, to be honest, without blood vampires would just... die. They can't exist without it. being in the sun uses blood, its dangerous. it wears you down. it makes you weaker. it can kill you!

I realize this ends up making my vampires feel weak, but... it's a metaphor for chronic illness. They have limited energy and if they do not take the time and the 'medications' they need to recover, they'll become weak or die. They have to manage their limited energy.

there's extreme privilege for vampires who have steady access to blood, like Adam does. His access to blood lets him time travel, transform, go in the sun constantly, etc. Vampires without as much access have to become nocturnal, they get stuck in one place, they have to be careful because even a small cut can cost precious resources...

A desperate vampire might end up hurting someone for what they need. a vampire with people who are willing to help them can get by, or even thrive. a vampire with none of these will die.

I know it's not the most satisfying answer, but it is my answer! My experiences being chronically ill are very much at play here.

[pup-pee]

jokes @ night r not funny in the morning,,,

originally the blue was green but then i decided 2 b pan

[attleboy]

You make me want to see an episode where Pomni gets partnered up with Bubble for whatever reason. I’m just wondering how their canon dynamic would be like..

yeah yeah yeah!! ngl they've become a like, platonic rarepair to me, and i've gotten stupid attached, so i'm glad to hear others see the potential

i think it'd be really nice if they get to interact in canon bc i feel like no matter how it goes, be it positive or negative, it would be fucking HYSTERICAL... i just think the dynamic of "weird little thing that is so very afraid all the time" (pomni) and "weird little thing probably incapable of fear or shame" (bubble) would be really. really funny

[rapidhighway]

stressed

I have to fight family again

[skyloftian-nutcase]

✨Abel✨

Beautiful art by @ladye-zelda, @smilesrobotlover, @nancyheart11, @marenwithanm, @webhead3345, and @kikker-oma - I told y’all I save all the art you draw for the blorbos ❤️❤️❤️

I’m so, so glad you guys love him as much as I do ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

[dennisboobs]

i still think its funny how people misinterpret the gang chokes as dennis wanting mac to Take Charge, take care of, and control him rather than just wanting mac to be more self-assured and reliable (ie. able to save someone from dying of his own free will) when one of dennis' common complaints in early seasons was that mac was too bossy. if you ever find yourself talking about power struggles, remind yourself that dennis doesn't want real power, he just wants the illusion of power. he only needs this because he doesn't want to be out of control. he's happier when he and mac are on equal footing.

[seaofreverie]

I knew about the post concert depression but no one told me about the post concert constant feeling of AAAAAAAAAHHH that lasts days and makes everything much more bearable and beautiful and some sort of ethereal type of hope is restored into the world, or maybe it's just the "seeing your favourite band after first thinking that it would never happen and later spending many months waiting for it all the while fearing that it wouldn't happen after all because of circumstances outside my control or feeling like it was too beautiful and wonderful to be true so ofc it wouldn't come true" part of it all