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I FEEL SO BAD FOR NOT BEING AS ACTIVE ON HERE OML IM SO SORRY MUTUALS I SWEAR I HAVENT FORGTTEN YOU IVE BEEN SO BUSY :(

BUT I GRADUATED!! LOOK!!

I PROMISE IM BACK NOW TO BE SCFIVE HERE I LOVE YOU ALL SM

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Dad bod David with tattoos, who has strechmarks...

Sitting in his jeans and socks smoking trying to get dressed💗💗💗💗💗

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i also do this

Can we talk about the fact the boys made sculptures out of people's bones

Like this is how I imagine it going down.

Paul * after feeding on surf nazis stuffing their bones in his pocket*

David: Paul what the fuck are you doing?

Paul: im going to make art you uncultured asshole.

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there’s this one fan fic i keep going back to read when it’s super late at night and i can’t sleep because it always makes me cry

and

i really want to find a lost boys fan fic that’ll make me feel the same way as this one does for scream

like just full on sobbing when i read it no matter when

please tag me in fanfics that will make me cry

here’s the fan fic i was talking about, HUGE TRIGGER WARNING FOR THIS FAN FIC CAUSE IT DEALS WITH SU!C!DE MENTIONS READ THE STORYS TAGS BEFORE READING.

#the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #david lost boys #dwayne the lost boys #marko lost boys #tlb 1987 #paul lost boys #paul the lost boys #billy loomis #scream #stu macher

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i vote cartoon closet of clothes or

they have the one outfit, and if it gets bloody? they get naked to wash that thing like that one scene in terrifier 2 where art is naked washing his clown suit

is it funnier to imagine that david made the other lost boys wear the same clothes every time they hung out with michael, OR that they all have cartoon character closets full of a bunch of copies of the same outfit

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i’m putting this up for anyone who’d be willing to write this tbh cause i have no idea if it’s something someone would even like to do since it’s slightly self indulgent,,

prom was thursday 🫶 and i didn’t go (yippeeee) and as we all know the lost boys is my absolute obsession these days even tho i’ve barely been active because of school 😭

but in my mind i’m coping on not going to prom with senarios/ideas of just like the boys finding out the reader didn’t go to prom because they didn’t have proper friends to go with or a date, or just because they couldn’t really afford it, so they throw the reader a prom of their own.

or

this is what i did for my prom, stayed home ate terrible cake and drank wine :( so just imagine it’s prom season, and instead of going the readers just at home eating cake and drinking and the boys take that opportunity to turn them into a vampire since the readers all depressed and sad yknow,,

someone pls give me angst and comfort fics i badly need it because everyone’s posting their prom stuff and it’s making me want to sob (in a bad way)

i will love you forever if you write this, no matter how small it is

#the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #david lost boys #dwayne the lost boys #marko lost boys #tlb 1987 #paul lost boys #paul the lost boys #idk if you can tell but i’m a little depressed about not going #i need comfort #send comfort lost boys fics pls #muah #pls someone write this

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till one of them realizes how to set fires using batteries and boom

fire

can we just give them flashlights

The Lost Boys au where everything is the same except they use battery powered candles instead of regular ones so they don't risk burning everything in the damn cave

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THIS IS SO MUCH BETTER THAN WHAT I HAD IN MY HEAD OH MG GOD

it’s a me luigi 🧍🏻

the song request i have told you about before i forget it because i will 100% forget it tomorrow morning

the song is

be nice to me by the front bottoms!

this is kinda what i was envisioning

the lost boys x male reader

this is platonic 🫶🫶

and it just basically goes with the lyrics timelinevyknow, because the timeline is going on about a friend who’s a killer and their bestie, and just how all that is going

i think, anyways here’s an example so i hopefully make more sense

so i feel like it would be such a good fic, where the reader realizes that his friends are vamps but he can’t completely hate them. like he realizes and it’s weighing in on him like boulders, he starts to crack because there’s barely nothing of him left yknow. the boys n him have a good friendship there are certain parts that ask a lot of him like only hanging out at night so he lacks some things, but he starts spiraling?

anyways idk if the example helps or not

but no worries if you don’t wanna do this i completely get it it’s a big ask 😭 i’d write it myself but writing is very hard broski 😞

take all the time you’d need for this 🫶🫶

A/N: This song is now stuck in my head and I couldn’t be happier about it. Ugh i love how your brain works this request is so good! The examples helped immensely, they helped me come up with a lot of my own ideas haha. I’ll probably make a part two of this w/ same Reader and Dwayne at some point. thank you feardot:]

Reforging A Family

The Lost Boys x Platonic Male Reader

PAUL MARKO Y/N DAVID

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Y/N? Paul takes a deep sigh and leans against the cave wall. Despite his frustration, he restrains himself lashing out at me. You can’t hide there forever. Please just talk to us bud. I curl myself further into the corner of the bed, back pressed tightly onto the headboard & the cool stone wall. I know I can’t, but the only time I’ve left this spot is a couple times during the day to use the restroom, but I don’t plan on getting up again any time soon. I can see his outline through the sheer curtains, just like I can also see another figure, I’m assuming Marko, coming up behind him.

The two whisper with one another, the new figure squeezes Paul’s shoulder before motioning for him to back away. Hey bud, I’ll be back in a second ok? He waits for a second, shoulders slumping in disappointment as he walks away.

Turns out I was right, it is Marko who gently lifts up the curtain, poking his head through with a soft smile

Um, do you mind if I sit on the bed Y/N? You don’t have to speak if you’re not ready, just shake your head no. He waits a second for my reaction, lips curling up a little wider as he sits. Alright, thank you. He clears his throat and moves his gaze to his fingers, tracing the patterns on one of the blankets. This is, uh, this is a lot better than earlier, my cheeks flush in embarrassment, remembering the crunching noise of Dwayne’s foot after I pushed a barrel on it.

We sit in silence for a moment, and I realize just how bad of a shape I’m in. My throat is hoarse from screaming, my stomach hurts for food and water, yet the worst thing is that I can still feel where David had grabbed my shoulder. I’m sure that it’s bruised, maybe even worse. I don’t know what I expected them to do when I tried to run, but I didn’t try it again. I bet that I look just as bad as I feel, it’s almost humorous how there’s very little left of me right now, I feel more like a husk of my former self.

We didn’t expect you to be here when we woke up, so thanks for staying. Marko looks at me again, but I have to look away. His grins no longer appear friendly, even though I know he’s trying to be. After what I saw last night, I doubt it ever will again. I can hear Marko clear his throat, and I almost feel bad for looking away when I hear his strained voice.

I know you think we’re monsters, but can you please look at me? You’re one of my best friends, I’d never hurt you, but it’s like your changing-

My head shoots up. You say I’m changing? Sorry, didn’t know I had to stay the same after watching Dwayne rip a guy’s neck open! I’m practically yelling, but I lost my voice hours ago and all that’s left is a whisper. He’s shocked at my voice, shrinking backwards a bit before opening his mouth again. Can we talk about this later? You voice is driving me, I feel myself becoming panicked again as I rush out the last part of my sentence, driving me insane!

I regret my words almost immediately, and fight the urge to apologize as Marko stands up and leaves, stopping with his back turned to me for only a second. Yeah, I’ll uh, Paul can bring you some food and water, I’ll get Chinese. He rushes off, leaving me alone for the first time since the boys have gotten up. I’m so tired, but is it safe enough to fall asleep? Maybe their just waiting till I’m most vulnerable, but I doubt they’d need the advantage.

No body’s gonna hurt you, get some rest! David’s voice comes from the other side of the cave, much more stern than his brothers voices have been. Can he tell what I’m thinking? Has he always been able to? How mu- Yes I can, don’t over think it right now. Sleep!

A tsunami’s worth of drowsiness washes over me, and I can’t help but listen to David’s orders as I spread out, legs aching from being held up to my chest for so long.

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Do we wake him up? He hasn’t eaten or drank anything in almost 24 hours. I bet he’ll- speak of the devil, I open my eyes to see three of my friends? Do I still consider them that? I’m not sure where Dwayne is, but I can’t say I’d want to see him. I basically fly back against the headboard, letting out a yelp as I feel shooting pain down my back. Damn dude, that sounded like it hurt, Paul leans towards me but is stopped by David. He hurt himself trying to get away from us, now’s not a good time to reach for him man. He nods, standing back in his place between the other two.

Oh.

Alright, it’s time to talk Y/N. You freaked last night: understandable. But you didn’t leave during the day, does that mean you still wanna hang out with us? He raises his eyebrows as he waits for me to answer, rolling his eyes at my widened eyes.

Alright dude, give us something to work with here. He lays across the foot of the bed despite Marko’s hand reaching for him, and looks at me. How many times do we need to tell you Y/N, no one is going to hurt you. We like being your friends.

It’s true bud, he hesitates for a moment before sitting on the head of the bed, giving me as much room as he could. He holds out a water bottle and I take it, pouring half of it down my throat almost instantly. You’re like our brother now. You said it yourself! He smiles, proud that he’s regained the ability to be near me. You said we’re the closest thing to a family you’ve had since moving here, we care about you! He tries to pull me into a side hug, but I shove his arm back.

But you’re a killer! The boys are silent as my cheeks become stained with tears again, giving each other looks I’m too emotional to decipher. I choke out a number of half sobs, the boys waiting quietly before I continue, my voice quieter than before. And I’m your best friend…

Hoping he can feel my wordless apology, I lean on Paul’s shoulder. He wraps his arm around me and pulls me a little tighter. Ya know I think it’s unfair, my eyebrows furrow as I look at david, but Marko is the one to answer. Your situation.

We didn’t want to tell you what we are because we knew it’d scare you. A slightly dry chuckle leaves me. Great job on that dingus! The boys seem to relax, I know Paul did because I felt his shoulder move. Hey, there’s the Y/N we know and love!

So, we’re all good now right? Paul’s face turns in front of mine, and I can’t help but focus on his teeth. I, I mean, my head drops to my knees. I love you guys, but this is- I skim through my brain, trying to find a way to explain my thoughts. We lose ya man?

I look back up and notice that Marko’s now sitting across from Paul, David’s legs draped over him. I’m in my head. It’s like I try to write you poems but the words just don’t make sense. David chuckles, odd way to phrase it but I hear you.

I think he’s really trying to help, his eyes focused on the barrel from last night, still knocked to the side. Dwayne feels horrible, he never wanted you to see him kill, especially that, he moves his head around a bit, trying to think of the right word. Enthusiastically. He’s mortified of scaring you again, so he’s out trying to give you a little bit of space. But that dude deserved to die-

People can suck, but they’re still people. I should hate you guys. Should? That means you don’t right? So let’s just forget about this.

I sit up a little straighter again, a small “thump’ as my head make contact with the wall once again. There are certain things ask of me, like forgetting about the deaths of god knows how many, and there are certain things I lack.

So don’t forget. We all look at Marko. You know we kill to survive, but you can also know we kill bad people, the people who hurt everyone else. That’s not so bad right? We’re basically just the death penalty without the wait.

I genuinely laugh, everyone else joining in. I guess that’s better than killer.

Yeah man, it’s better. So, we can start over, regain some trust? He holds out his hand, I grab it and shake it. We can regain it slowly, I think.

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@britany1997 @g4ywastaken

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THANK YOU SO MUCJ

An unreal soul

The moon casts its watchful gaze upon the night,

Whispering softly to restless minds seeking solace.

Desolate words fall from my lips as I long for sleep,

But each flutter of my eyes leads to a spiraling abyss.

I try to find comfort in imagined company,

But the chaos of my mind leaves me stranded.

Then he appears, an unreal soul offering calmness,

Our fingers graze, and warmth spreads through my hand.

But like a fleeting dream, he’s gone, leaving me searching,

For the comfort of his presence in the storm.

It’s all imaginary, lost in a never-ending loop,

And the ashes of my daydreams scatter with each new dawn.

Yet when the moon’s gaze returns, I’ll seek solace once more,

In the warmth of his touch, in the comfort of his unreal soul.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫

here is the long awaited lost boys poem <3

small reminder: it says he instead of them and their because it was a lot easier to base the words around that rather than the other!!

🫶 tags 🫶

@solobagginses @6lostgirl6 @britany1997 @gothamslostboy (thought you might enjoy this)

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I WILL PRINT IT AND MAGICSLLY SEND IT TO YOU SO YOU CAN BITE IT

An unreal soul

The moon casts its watchful gaze upon the night,

Whispering softly to restless minds seeking solace.

Desolate words fall from my lips as I long for sleep,

But each flutter of my eyes leads to a spiraling abyss.

I try to find comfort in imagined company,

But the chaos of my mind leaves me stranded.

Then he appears, an unreal soul offering calmness,

Our fingers graze, and warmth spreads through my hand.

But like a fleeting dream, he’s gone, leaving me searching,

For the comfort of his presence in the storm.

It’s all imaginary, lost in a never-ending loop,

And the ashes of my daydreams scatter with each new dawn.

Yet when the moon’s gaze returns, I’ll seek solace once more,

In the warmth of his touch, in the comfort of his unreal soul.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫

here is the long awaited lost boys poem <3

small reminder: it says he instead of them and their because it was a lot easier to base the words around that rather than the other!!

🫶 tags 🫶

@solobagginses @6lostgirl6 @britany1997 @gothamslostboy (thought you might enjoy this)

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An unreal soul

The moon casts its watchful gaze upon the night,

Whispering softly to restless minds seeking solace.

Desolate words fall from my lips as I long for sleep,

But each flutter of my eyes leads to a spiraling abyss.

I try to find comfort in imagined company,

But the chaos of my mind leaves me stranded.

Then he appears, an unreal soul offering calmness,

Our fingers graze, and warmth spreads through my hand.

But like a fleeting dream, he’s gone, leaving me searching,

For the comfort of his presence in the storm.

It’s all imaginary, lost in a never-ending loop,

And the ashes of my daydreams scatter with each new dawn.

Yet when the moon’s gaze returns, I’ll seek solace once more,

In the warmth of his touch, in the comfort of his unreal soul.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫

here is the long awaited lost boys poem <3

small reminder: it says he instead of them and their because it was a lot easier to base the words around that rather than the other!!

🫶 tags 🫶

@solobagginses @6lostgirl6 @britany1997 @gothamslostboy (thought you might enjoy this)

#the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #david lost boys #dwayne the lost boys #marko lost boys #tlb 1987 #paul lost boys #paul the lost boys #poetry #original poems #this took so long to make like more than a month i’m so glad i’m done #i love poetry #comfort in fictional characters??

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okay

i have some exciting news!!

the lost boys poem is done!!

it’s written in first person, and instead of using they i use he for the boys, since it was easier to write around, but it’s still a poem about finding comfort in fictional characters!!

i’m gunna post it tomorrow tho because it’s late for me :( and i’m nervous

but

does anyone wanna be tagged in it??

#the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #david lost boys #dwayne the lost boys #marko lost boys #tlb 1987 #paul lost boys #paul the lost boys

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i appreciate the tag @gothamslostboy!!

relationship status:

extremely single because i’m most probably aromantic so yknow

favourite colour:

green, blue and black!

song stuck in my head:

last song i listened too:

3 favorite foods:

apples, cucumbers, calamari 🫶

last thing i googled:

FCK THE COLOURING BK (i need a colouring book for class or i get too fidgety)

dream trip:

no idea, probably france? i speak french so 🤷

anything i want right now:

to manage to graduate school because there’s like a month and a half left ;-;

TAGS!

these are completely optional <33

@solobagginses @em0-frenchfries @lazywerebat @originalwriter03 @pixielostboy @paulistwistedsister

i don’t have ten people to tag i’m so sorry 😭

I was tagged by @kissingghouls even though she already knows all my dark secrets

Rules: Tag 10 people you want to know better!

Relationship Status: i have a husband, but he ate the rest of my ice cream so my relationship status might change soon

Favorite Color: turquoise

Song Stuck in Head: Turtle Power by Partners in Kryme

Last Song I listened to: Call of the Coven by Green Lung

Three Favorite Foods: curly fries, potstickers, nachos

Last Thing I Googled: best places to stab someone

Dream Trip: step daughter wants to go to Japan so I’d like to take her there

Anything I want Right Now: Papa’s White Sox jersey

People to tag: @rabidghoul  @darklylucid  @bonetiger  @ghostussy  @angellayercake  @i-hold-horrors-hand  @xfilesinamajor  annnnnd idk whoever else wants to do it

#Spotify

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i love this

but

mean jareth 🫢

also i saw that you wanted requests for labyrinth and the lost boys

so

how do you feel about writing hurt and no comfort

jareth x male reader

but

if you had an idea for this i would appreciate it

my mind is blank right now

but

i love angst

Jareth x male reader

Warnings: hurt no comfort!!!!!!!!!

Author’s note: AHHHH I SCREAMED WHEN I SAW THIS. Angst is very good, I thrive when writing it!! Like I mentioned, I love my romance stories, but.. if there is anything I like more, it’s angst. ANGST IS JUST SO YUMMY!!!

but yes, I have idea.

Your wish is my command, babe!

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With the few “angsty” labryinth fanfics I have found, I always find myself yearning for the reader to just go sleep in the damn labryinth.

If it were me, and Jareth got all up in my face like that, I’d be like “yeah- go to hell” and I wouldn’t sleep in his damn house, I’d go sleep in the forest somewhere, especially if you’re courting Jareth. His land already sees you as a ruler anyways WHAT ARE THEY GONNA DO???

You’d be safe and sound in that labyrinth, I’ll die on that hill.

But anyways enough of my rant.

If we’re going into the deep deep waters of angst, hurt no comfort, you and Jareth must’ve had a brutal ass argument.

We know he’s dramatic, but this must’ve been a show down.

His petty ass probably got jealous of you and one of the runners.

“I don’t understand why you’re getting so upset about this, Jareth.” You sat across from him at the table. He was in his pettiest form. Dripping with anger and disgust. Disgust for his runner, disgust for you.

“Of course you wouldn’t understand. You love the attention.” You furrowed your brow,

“Jareth, what the hell are you talking about.” Was he seriously talking about how one of the runners cozied up to you.

“Jareth, I’m your husband. Why would I want attention from others? Yours is enough” his voice was laced with venom. It was hard to keep cool, but you kept calm.

“You only say that because you’re forced. You’ll take any sort of “normal” attention you can get. You disgusting humans are all the same.”

“You can fuck off Jareth.” You stood up, turning away to leave.

“Yeah. Run away just like you always do. Tail between your legs.. slut.”

You give him the finger as you just leave the castle altogether, no use being there if you weren’t wanted.

You found a nice little spot in the labryinth for the nigh.. maybe the next few days? Jareth’s temp tantrums could last a while. Eventually a heard of goblins would come to fetch you, you’d probably spend some time in the dungeon, real fun shit.

He’d watch you the whole time. You won’t get anything until you apologize. He needs your eyes on him and him alone.

Pissed the fuck off TM.

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My inbox is always open!!!

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THIS IS SO GOLDEN IM IN LOVE WITH IT TAKE MY HEART

hihihihi

i have a request for you!!

Labyrinth

jareth x aromantic male reader

where it’s just the reader doing the labyrinth but their having so much fun rather than stressing like sarah did !!

so yknow when jareth asks sarah to stay with him? (i haven’t seen the movie in a bit but i think this happened) the reader just agrees because they’re having so much fun and actually enjoy having jareth as a friend 💅

Jareth x aromantic male reader

Author’s note: hi!!! Thank you for the request :)))) I love when I get requests, it makes my blog a lot more lively in my opinion. Writing for aro readers is something that I have never done, but this simply thrills me. I’d be more than happy to do this! I’m more of a romcom reader myself but would absolutely devour a friendship fic if there were more.

Like- oh my god I love this prompt so much?? This is so fun???

Warnings: none at all, just tooth rotting fluff

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As soon as Jareth sees that you are not showing a bit of interest in him, he lays off.

He may be a hopeless romantic, but no use hitting on someone who has not shown the slightest bit of romantic interest in him.. but he’s still very curious about you.

Like- who is this guy??? Why is he not panicking??? Does he not understand the intensity of this situation?????

why are you having fun??? >:|

You confuse him.. he likes you.

“He’s reached the gates.. he shouldn’t of made it this far, he should’ve given up by now.” “He’ll never give up!” “Will he?”

You’re just being so nice??? So happy?? Like- this is just a normal Tuesday for you??

Once you beat him, he gives out his little speech. “Fear me, love me, do what I say, and I will be your slave.”

Much to his dismay! You agree to stay!!

You don’t want to be his king though </3

He throws a little tantrum about it at first but eventually gets over it.

(Please we’ve all seen his hair, he’s a drama queen and we all know it)

You now play a very important part in his labyrinth. You are his court.

He’d come to you with propositions, issues, royal stuff.

He’d probably try to get you to help lure humans away with your friendly nature.

“Yo Jareth!” You stormed into the room flooding with goblins. Usually this would get the king riled up, but he didn’t care.

“Yes, Y/n?” He hummed, sitting haphazardly on his throne.

“Your runner fell through one of the holes you have in the maze.” He looked at you.

“Which one?”

“How many are there?”

“A lot.”

“Well shit-“

“Did they say anything important?” He looked at him, he seemed tired and fed up, but holding a civil conversation was very nice.

“Uh- no. Not really. Mostly just “I have to save Cleo! Oh naurrrr!” Jareth put a hand on his face and chuckled a bit.

“You have way too much fun with this-“

“I can’t help it!” He sat on one of the windows and watched the goblins run ramped, as they harassed the kiddo.

“Jareth?”

“Hm?”

“I’ve been meaning to ask- why is there a chicken in here?” Jareth looked at the other male very sternly.

“The goblins like to throw things at it.”

“HOW DID IT GET HERE!”

“I DON’T KNOW, IT’S VERY OLD.”

If he ever has time off, let him show you around the labryinth

He’d show you little secrets to lure other people through.

Look- he’s gotta make this fun for the both of you. Work is work, he’s allowed to have fun with it to.

He likes to watch you lead the runners off path, it’s very fun. You’re very convincing.

THE ULTIMATE BETRAYAL TO THE RUNNER IS AT THE VERY END.

Jareth and the runner are face to face and all of a sudden, you, Jareth’s right hand man come lurking from the shadows.

Runner: shocked

Jareth: smug

You: having way too much fun.

“You’re working with him!? How could you?! I trusted you?!”

“Eh-“

You’re not evil- you did help the runner, a lot. But you need to have fun too, right?

Jareth would be a very good partner in crime.

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-Ghoastix

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why is he drinking it 😭

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THE CAVE

Found this on pinterest lmfao paul fucking uppppp his rice 😭🥰 dwayne in the back chewing gum while thinking about me😋 then marko double checking if his noodles aren’t worms😭

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every day is david day

like half the scenes in the lost boys are david going come on michael we’re gonna have a little adventure :) and then traumatizing michael for life