#ruh roh besties...

[snoopy-nerdio]

TW: mentioned technically canibalism, bit a slime gore

YOOOO HERE WE GO AGAIN, PARASITE NILE WOOOO

To let ya'll know; I got me ma Oc Nile, good fella BUT his first design was an a-hole parasite, so LETS BRING HIM BACK YO

🎶HE'S MY BESTFRIEND🎶

🎶BEST OF ALL BESTFRIEND🎶

🎶DO YOU HAVE A BESTFRIEND TOO?!?? :DDD🎶

🎶IT TICKLES IN MY TUMMY!!!🎶

🎶HE'S SO YUMMY YUMMY!!🎶/J

Fresh by @loverofpiggies

Jellybean (Fresh ship kid) belongs to @that-80-s-dude

Skillet (Fresh ship kid) belongs to @scaredofstyrofoam

Nifty belongs to @magic_horse____ on TikTok

Retro and Disco belongs to @solroswaslost

Parasite!Nile belongs to ME RAHHHHHHH

#utau #fanart #fresh sans #pls notice me or i'll cry #sans #nile #parasite #ruh roh raggy #BESTIES #digital art #young artist #art #angst

[randomwriteronline]

The first thing he noticed properly was not the sudden impossible change in location, or the unnaturally colored light drenching the mountain, or the partially reconstructed temple above his head, or the anguished screams from all around, or the feeling of utter wrongness seeping into his bones, but the streaks of red on the stone pavement. He couldn't fully figure out what they were, or why they had such a strange shape, or what were the small dark scraps near them, or from where they could have come; but something about them made his face pale and his blood freeze.

A sudden sense of vertigo struck him, and he lowered almost to his knees to keep himself steady. A sudden sense of vertigo struck him, and he lowered almost to his knees to keep himself steady. A sudden sense of vertigo struck him, and he lowered almost to his knees to keep himself steady.

Then finally he broke out of that repeating moment, and looked up. An amiable smile greeted him before the shattering sky.

"Good morning, Warden Ingo," it said with a powerful, gentle voice that cracked the ground somewhere far, too far away.

It didn't sound nearly as human as it should have been.

It was morning, or at least it had been when the smile had spoken. Now rains of five months past were falling backwards out of the earth and into red clouds, and it was at once evening and dawn together, and night and dusk and afternoon all stuck in a gruesome thing that gave him a headache.

In horrid confusion he found himself unsure of where he was.

His only landmark in the all consuming spiraling were the red streaks of red on the stone pavement.

"Let me apologize," the powerful, gentle voice said. The amiable smile from which it came curled in a wide curve, dulcet in shape yet sharp enough to almost sever his head right there and then. "Your presence here was a mistake. An honest accident."

The grey eye looked at him with pity.

A black hole was emerging. He could see it everywhere at once, larger and smaller, in different moments of its growth: one second it had already swallowed him, the next it was a microscopic speck, the next it was a serpentine beast coiling around what should have once been a human body.

The serpentine beast looked at him with burning eyes, as red as the streaks of red on the stone pavement.

It dawned on him, in a constantly repeating minute, what those streaks were; and in the constantly repeating minute, he cried, or screamed, or froze, or puked, or trembled, or asked why.

The grey eye remained blind and deaf to his anguish.

"Unfortunately, we have not had the means to fix this until now," the powerful, gentle voice said as it rolled out of the amiable smile.

Something was wrong.

Down to the atoms that composed his body, he felt it.

Something was wrong.

Down to the atoms that composed his body, he felt it.

Something was wrong.

The serpentine beast opened its rotting wings wider, blood red bones peaking through the dark lunging slowly towards him.

"Be not afraid," said the powerful, gentle voice as the grey eye looked at him and gifted him an amiable smile so sharp it cut him in half. "Our plan always meant to help you, too, in the end. You won't even notice this unfairness took place."

He watched, feeling his limbs be torn apart at the joints painlessly, like a ragdoll methodically pulled until its seams rip, a hand lay graceful and calm on what should have been a human chest.

The grey eye looked at him without seeing, triumphant, with an amiable smile and a powerful, gentle voice drowning the very world it was collapsing within itself in the way a misguided parent drowns their child in a wine bath, spurred by teachings of a false prophet.

"I am a very just god, after all."

"You good?"

He blinked.

Then he blinked again.

He turned: "Huh?"

His brother looked at him blankly, maybe a little concerned. The station buzzed outside the door.

"You stood up," his brother said. "Blacked out for a bit. Are you ok?"

"Ah." he replied, and tilted a bit when he went to touch his forehead: "I think I might have had a dizzy spell, a moment of vertigo."

"Do you want some water?"

"No, it's nothing to worry about. Give me just a moment."

He sat back down, rubbing the bridge of his nose with his eyes shut for a few seconds.

Then he stood back up.

"Are you ok?"

"Yes, I feel much better already. Let's go now - better to avoid delays."

He closed the door behind himself.

#pokémon #pokemon legends arceus #submas ingo #pokemon volo #giratina #death tw #dismemberment tw #not really? but basically hes getting unmade so. yeah. #random writing #ingo returns home fic but make it fucked up #i do firmly believe that in the case volo WAS indeed involved in ingos situation somehow it was a genuine mistake #bc 1. ingo serves him no purpose & 2. he wants a more just world so why would he just. do this to him for fun yknow #like maybe in an early rift try/just seeing what giratina could do ingo got yanked along and volo only found out once meeting him and went #(to giratina) ruh-roh bestie i think we fucked up big time #but neither knew HOW theyd dragged him here let alone How/Where/When to send him back so they couldnt do anything #so volo decided hed solve it when the plan works. its another injustice arceus allowed so hell fix it once hes in charge w/ everything else #and then he does :) #with some blood on his hands but hey. hell fix that too later. making this reality collapse on itself killing all its inhabitants. but agai #some sacrifices must be made

[deathwis-arc]

* STARTER / @farriman » for anthony !

she doesn't think anything of it at first ; ballerina feet carrying her from room to room in a daze. dolled up eyes fluttering around, perfectly curled lashes batting like butterfly wings. mystical green orbs reflecting an array of items in them, mirroring the mess that is her family with a tinge of disgust layered over it. just a casual stroll ( taken to remind her why she wants to escape this hell in the first place, she can't let herself forget ) while she bides time. wasting it as if it was nothing but air drifting between manicured fingers. always feigning the airhead when it came to ignoring her sisterly responsibilities. frankly, tanya is more than a little irritated to be assigned megan duty. skin crawling at the nerve of it all. doesn't she do the heavy lifting enough around here? out of three, the only one you see holding a secure, shitty job is her. working overtime at that shady diner down the way, dusty uniform adorned and skating around on wobbling knees to fake a smile and coo at strangers. hear the old men whistle for her and put up with their incessant pawing … then she's forced to deliver greasy food that totally slips under freshly done black nails. it's so grody! when mom drones on about how a woman's work is never done, tanya has to admit she's right ; if her unfair position had anything to say about it. yet under all the vast attitude is a heart that still wrings whenever she sees her baby brother worried. if anthony's that concerned over their basket case of a sister then fine. she'll do what their parents and dennis won't and take care of everything. a faded routine to fall back into, except now her muscles ache and her patience is already spread thin. anthony better not get used to how she bends for him, though … especially since she's still ditching this town.

vague thoughts that orbit around how he'll fare skirt around her head while she moses around his bedroom. an invasion of privacy on her part, although the waitress is certain anthony won't mind nearly as much as dennis. and what the rockstar doesn't know won't hurt him, she decides. besides, there's no way in hell he's not the one who's been snooping in her diary. it's only fair she invades the shared room for anything that might benefit her later. to bring up and weaponize if dennis gets too bleeding hearted on her about the vince thing again. still, the girl opts not to touch anything despite her peeved nature. deciding she can't be bothered with such brutish methods anyway.

which is how tanya finds herself here, in a room that reeks of sweat and another scent she can't bring herself to place -- in a place wholly unfamiliar to her. gazing at everything with fading interest and a smidge of caution. holding back a scoff at the macabre posters plastered on the walls and briefly toying with the puritan figurine on the guys' shared desk. never understanding anthony's boring fascination with this stuff ; a thought she actually whispers into existence without knowing. for a split second, or maybe a split millionth second, tanya tries to understand her brother. wondering what he gets out of hoarding so many freaky books and knick knacks that get him into nothing but trouble from mom. but the thought process trails into not understanding why anthony cares so much about this cage they've grown up in, which is anything but good for her to think about. anger is quick to lick at her throat, hot coils binding around the juncture and squeezing, and in a slight fit she slams down the figurine with a little more force than necessary. ears deaf to the way the desk rattles with the slam, teetering on olden wood legs. unable to recognize it, or maybe tanya just doesn't like to see it. either way, she turns away from it in a flurry of green cloth and attempts to quell the anger with distractions. sucking in breath the moment her throat loosens and allowing air to pass through again. chest hungry for it more than she knew. trying to pay the emotions no mind ( they won't help her, they'll make her reconsider what she decided forever ago ) she brushes past the blue twin bed to make way for the exit. more than ready to deal with megan and get it over with. although, well, she actually thinks something of it this time ; when her dismissive gaze falls on it once more. at first, the eldest clarke daughter only meant to glance at the guitar propped up against dennis' bed. mental imagery tinting scarlet and flowing towards the boy in the attic. the flashy instrument isn't in its usual spot, tanya embarrassingly notices, so was he practicing earlier? she knows there wasn't a showing for his band tonight ; the posters hung around the town are old, date all wrong, yet she wonders if he went out. if he went and goofed off with that loser pack of his. it makes her more upset than it should, like everything here these days. that very idea pairing up with the fact he didn't spend all night downstairs waiting for her -- and that's when she sees it. actually sees it and registers the object, now being gently folded and tucked away into a compartment in her brain.

it's enough to make a sure stride falter. slender jaw dropping an inch when she recognizes the once foreign object that's draped over the bed in such an uncaring manner. she had seen it briefly upon entering, hard not to notice a blue as vivid as that, but it hadn't crossed her mind as significant. and now here she is! gawking at it, with moon wide eyes that accompany the immediate weight that sinks her heart. dropping into the dread pools forming and splashing along the stomach lining within -- in a way that makes her queasy and leaves her grimacing. bones aching to their very marrow with the striking alert sense that something about this is very wrong. for the life of her, though, she can't grasp why. the implications failing to register with the hippie just yet, not while fear jostles in petrified veins and the confidence arch of a perfect back begins to hunch. shoulders ( broader than they should be, she knows, an insecurity too damning now ) trying to squish together in discomfort, almost as if she's subconsciously trying to shield her eyes a little too late. that uneasy feeling quickly turns into paranoia by her own volition. after all, who likes sitting with an emotion they can't understand? whenever tanya can't get something, it frustrates her and turns her into a woman on a mission. determined to find out what's up, to uncover any secrets being kept behind her back. it's hard being a girl in times like these, having to fend away men and women alike in the name of getting by. she knows, in a violent burst of clarity, that secrets hurt like a bitch when they're not yours ... and sometimes? even then.

trembling fingers inch towards the article of clothing. running along frayed strings of wool with an impulsive urge to grip a strand and start pulling ; to unravel the damn thing! a passion that unsettles her and forces tanya to take a breath. trying to get a grip on herself at least, all while soft hands gently pick the item up. thumbs running over the distinct pattern, eyes diverting to the bed. plump lips pursed into a thoughtful frown even when gorgeous eyes remain squinted with suspicion. looking to the red duvets ( which are clean, another thing that strikes her as off ) like they'll take on dennis' voice and, loyal as ever, give her the answers she seeks. a stupid wish that wouldn't come true even if she tried to use some sort of magick. that's a waste of good materials for starters, and completely absurd in conclusion. this isn't worth the effort. who cares about her little brother's silly laundry? and even more pressing, more obvious, who gives a rat's ass about dennis' lame stuff? she's just in a funny mood tonight … didn't she act cold with vince tonight too? twisting kind words for no reason other than to be a pain in the ass? right, that's – yeah, she's having a day. that's all.

with everything wrapped into a perfect ( shabby ) little bow, tanya should've just dropped it. kicked it to the side with everything else that bothered her and go on her merry way. yet when the waitress finally exits the room, the blue sweater remains tucked under her arm. stolen away in the night like the princesses in those fairytales. though in her proper opinion, anthony couldn't be a maiden so beloved, couldn't have items so reverently desired or of high importance. he's too oddly shaped and awkward, never knowing when to speak or when to remain quiet. freckles have never been in, either. he'd have to cover those up with concealer to score any man, and probably get a change in wardrobe too. play fixer upper with the angled brows and finally lose the extra weight in his stomach. thoughts like these continue to infect her head even when she bothers with megan, words slipping out without thought. pointed in a way tanya can't control. she thinks about anthony, back when he was messed up, and how he could be in an asylum right now if it wasn't for her honeyed words and sharp eye. accidentally blurts that out but warping it to make it relate to megan. unable to stand looking at her little sister who's so like anthony it's sometimes unbearable. she can't stop, can't press the breaks and force her thoughts elsewhere, because the sweater beneath her arm seems to burn. forever reminding the eldest daughter of the idiotic feelings buzzing like raw energy in her chest. reminding the girl of anthony, and stupid fucking dennis. curses flow easily now, tanya too concerned with other things to reinforce the femininity she lost tooth and nail for to embody. by the time she hastily exits her little sister's room, more than unimpressed by how the conversation went, she's heading downstairs before she knows it. body moving on its own accord and mind already made up the moment she kept the sweater close. rationalizing an answer to every probing question the heart throws her way. like the good big sister she is, she took the sweater so anthony wouldn't get beaten to a pulp later if dennis found it. protective of anthony even when her foot's halfway out the door. doesn't that boy know how touchy the rockstar is about his things? especially when it comes to said things being touched by anyone but him? and, yeah, maybe the two boys have become chummy lately … hard not to notice the melting of two presences when it's happening before your eyes. spotting the two in the living room, holed up together, had struck a cord in her, sure ... but it's only because tanya's been real firm with keeping her distance from the both of them. they're lonely! that's all! if anything, the sudden buddy buddy is pathetic, isn't it? it should be something to snide at! but ...

( “what crawled up his ass?” / a smile, lovesick in nature, the same expression anthony takes whenever she hassles him about this mysterious crush he has ; then the tender way he answered, “just dennis doing what he's good at. being really dennis” )

when tanya finds who she's looking for, her expression is anything but kind. a warning sign from a mile away with the pinched smile she takes up, the searching look scorching. it's odd how her body feels suspended in air while the rest of her feels like it's sinking further into the depths, drenched in inky blotches that make the insiders wither. how she can still function despite the turmoil within. the way she can appear so unfazed with the way tanya throws wavy, mauve bangs back over her pierced ears. hair having been mused with the way she flew down here. the importance of appearance is strengthened more than ever, for reasons she can't understand, so she takes time to brush through it with a free hand. taking calculated steps into the bar room and trying not to feel ill when she spots anthony curled up on one of those creaky, decrepit chairs. cup of tea on the table beside him and a green book of all things in hand. salvia in her mouth churns sour until it's a bitter aftertaste, bottom lip trembling, and hands uncertain as she tries to unfold the bundle of cloth that had been smothered beneath a motherly arm. exposing it to it's full extent for those matching blue eyes to see. with a clipped tone, she jumps straight into the water. patience and kindness all worn out by the day's events.

“care to explain to me why i found this on dennis' bed?” god, she sounds too upset. doesn't mean to sound like she's condemning him for something she feels in her gut, but tanya can't help it. tiny clues that were once ignored now built up into a knot that's slowly loosening in her chest. heart crumbling and aching to the point it spreads to the pulse in her wrists. it's neverending ; the mean thoughts, the images, the orchestra of feelings. the sudden stench that burns at her nostrils, emitting from the sweater. knowing what it is and having to keep stewing in the denial to stay sane. cheeks flaring unflattering red. what's next, she thinks tiredly, steam coming outta her ears? she can only muster out another bite of, “like, seriously, what's up? you know he hates this crap, so explain!” and then, in an instant, words come out of her in such a rush that they hiss together, “and don't lie to me, because if dennis doesn't kick your ass, i will. that's a promise.”

#◆ DEAR DIARY ﹎ tanya / in character #&& farriman #okay honestly this is old and i hate looking at this but you wanted to see it so !! here ! #the thread we've all been waiting for ... adjakdkas #will say that while i wrote it horribly that i love the idea tanya kinda noticed like. things between her boys and just !! #choose to ignore them !! like she kinda already KNEW like the rest of the clarkes probably kinda know. but like everyone else? #she ignored it too lol. more for her own sake bc god is she about to feel soooo betrayed and violent ruh roh #me @ anthony : get ready for the waterworks lol #also more obsessed with how this is about to go down and dennis is just. in the attic. chilling. #anyway !! i wish i could've done this more justice but alas im rusty and just wanted to. get this out there. #t&a confrontation! t&a confrontation! #tw long post #oh also? me slipping in the fact tanya is hurt bc she knows anthony wont run away with her? yeah <3 #lots of thoughts ... anyway. take this trash bestie!!

[magicaldreamfox1]

ruh roh besties. guess who got invested in the omegaverse bl 😭

#i have watched 3 episodes only #if u send me spoilers i will explode u with my mind thank u #i've seen a lot already bc i've been lurking in the tag but STILL #anyways so as i was gonna say #alanjeff are everything to me and also way is evil but i might just be a way apologist #like yeah he's manipulating his bestie with his superpowers. get over it babe we all go thru things #way did nothing wrong 🙏🙏🙏 #cannot wait for the peteway arc im actually gonna explode #dreamy talks

[bitter-sweet-coffee]

share with me one espave song on the espave playlist and tell me why its on the espave playlist. also it has to be one you havent already told me about so no biohazard eurovision songs :3

OKAY I AM ALSO EXCLUDING PTV SONGS BECAUSE. WELL. I TALKED ABOUT FLORAL & FADING ENOUGH. OKAY SO

(included both links for the non-spotifiers)

DISCLAIMER: THIS IS ANCIENT BSC LORE SO IF IT FEELS OUT OF PLACE THAT IS WHY, I RETCONNED IT LIKE A DECADE AGO LOLOLOL

so, originally, there was like, a sonic&co party. it was around 06, hence the rogues being present. anyways, wave had this thing where she said she refused to dance with anyone shorter than her (she’s 3’7 and therefore taller than most of the cast LOL)

vector big and storm are like “are we a joke to you” to which she adds the clause “i also don’t want people stepping on my feet, you assholes are too clumsy”

SO. this rules out everyone but espio, who is the exact same height as her >:)

jet and amy (who are besties) have the idea to like. make this happen. wave LOVES this song so jet knowingly queues it which earns a deathglare, but practically forces her to go ask espio if he’ll dance with her (he’s just been chilling at a table with rouge and shadow)

anyways. amy shoves her in his direction so she’s all 🧍‍♀️and he’s all 🪑🧍‍♂️

and she’s like. “hi. so as you know, i’m not dancing with idiots or short people. but you’re fine i guess. do you want to dance?” (internally screaming and trying not to crumble or do something really vulnerable such as seem like she cares or wants to socialize)

espio, not even sensing any layers here, just answering point blank: yeah sure that sounds fun

SO WAVE IS LIKE INTERNALLY DYING AND ESPIO IS LIKE. JUST A GUY. ANYWAYS.

(btw at this point i want to clarify it’s not like wave has a crush on him and is fangirling, she just doesn’t know how to make friends and hates seeming vulnerable or emotionally expressive. so like, requesting to dance with espio opens her up to potential rejection which she’d kill herself over because god the embarrassment right?)

okay so THEN they start dancing and it’s silly and fun and wave is like “ruh roh raggy” internally because a) this is fun(???) and b) espio has a nice laugh she didn’t think he was this chill oh boy oh golly awe shucks etc

and espio is like. wow. i was just vibing and a pretty girl comes up to me and asks me to dance with her. rizz? WAIT A SECOND, THEYRE THE SAME HEIGHT? AND SHE KNEW THIS BEFOREHAND SOMEHOW??? HMM. HOLD THAT THOUGHT.

so then they continue dancing etc they talk they bond etc this is for the rest of the party…

…and before they part ways espio is like. “hey. for the record, if you were so adamant about not wanting to socialize with anyone here, including me, you would have worn heels.”

wave caught in 4k. AND SCENE

tldr: i love them very much so despite this being old lore, i treasure it via music :)

#jesse shadow squidman #espio the chameleon #wave the swallow #espave #bsc ships #bsc music #THIS IS LITERALLY SO OLD #BUT I STILL LOVE IT

[frog-man-blog]

Ruh roh. The Dark Lord spent all the money him and Chosen saved up. How will he get the money back now without Chosen realizing?

Dark searched high and low to find a job that pays easy money, but jobs like that don’t come without a little… work.

Introducing the Cat Cafe, that pays $20 an hour and has a bunch of kitties to play with.

But it turns out, Chosens a regular at the Cat Cafe 😱

How will Dark ever make the money without Chosen finding out about this!!! That’s where we meet Sea Foam

Sea Foam, Darks best wingman who covers for him no matter what. Being paid in Cheese/Bread sticks for her hard efforts in hiding Darks secret. These two have become besties.

But will Dark make enough money in time before Chosen finds out?

Until next time, on Dark’s Cat Cafe >:]

#animator vs animation #alan becker #ava #ava the dark lord #ava the chosen one #ava oc #ava sea foam #stick oc

[theinvisiblemuseum]

can i get a ruh roh besties

#can’t promise it’ll be good but. it’s gonna be something all right! #what terminal brain rot does to a mf #ill advised figure skating au #no title so that’s my tag for now

[habijob]

1. AGAIN SO SORRY I DID NOT KNOW SOMEONE ELSE WAS ALREADY ROLLING WITH THE IDEA BUT UR BLOG IS. SO SO GOOD AND 2. YEAH I WAS THINKING THAT AND THEN I WAS LIKE oh miss nessa just thinks hes an imaginary bestie only she sees then she hears abt the legend of the Mysterious and terrifying moon jumper and GEE HOWDY IT SOUNDS...AWFULLY SIMILAR TO SOMEONE SHE KNOWS ruh roh raggy

NOOO, DON'T BE SORRY

MY OWN AU STORY HAS LOTS OF INFLUENCES DIRECTLY TAKEN FROM MEDIA I CONSUMED AT THE TIME. ALSO LIKE I SAID

SAME BRAINCELL

I don't own the concept of Moonjumper being the "imaginary" friend of Queen Vanessa.

2. That's sound fucking interesting, I wanna know more.

LIKE Is he evil? Why can only she see him??? I guess it takes place before the game? Does Hat Kid ever exist in this story? Snatcher??? MONSTER VANESSA????

#habitalk

[h0ney-mochi]

hello dear! how are you doing?

have you already been to the music festival you told me about? if so, how was it? was it fun? :))

btw i ended up getting miko but i ain’t complaining, she’s pretty fun to play with nahida

yours

breaker anon~~<3

Hiii again breaker! I'm doing very amazing actually, thanks <33 And nope! The music festival will be at the end of June I think... or maybe week before?? Idk I need to recheck again haha, but it hasn't happened yet. When I do attend it, I'll say how it went a bit later :)

Miko!! Ruh roh.. congratulations! Yeah, she's pretty fancy with nahida. Haven't tried myself, but me and my bestie were on Europe server, I had miko and they had nahida, was pretty nice.. Enjoy your time with her!!

#☆°• ☆ ask box #☆°• ☆ anon mix #☆°• ☆ anons; breaker

[pogaytosalad]

bestie bestie i think i reached post limit :c

Ruh roh that's not good. Tumblr sent you to gay baby jail for posting crimes

[wttcsms]

atsumu + nsfw 👁👁

hi bestie, so i can’t do a drabble only bc u inspired me to do a lil one shot w/ a potential sequel depending on how many ppl like it teehee. don’t wanna say too much, but it’s a historical war!au (like idk think 1900s but no specific war in mind) and reader lives alone after inheriting her late parents’ home. since this is the past, people are expected to house soldiers when they come around and who comes knocking on your door one rainy night? young lieutenant miya with ideals bigger than his body and the confidence to make everyone believe he can pull off anything. slight slowburn!! he arrives injured and you take care of him, lots of subtle longing glances at each other and hands brushing against one another’s. he wants to go back and fight but he can’t stand the thought of leaving you alone, especially after hearing how the townspeople are setting you up for possible engagements and he’s burning with jealous and things eventually escalate, you two have sex, one of his fellow soldiers manages to track atsumu down and call him back to the frontlines and atsumu has to leave without saying goodbye and omg you wake up alone and he’s not there and you feel used and silly!!!!! and then in part two (if part one is successful enough), lieutenant miya is now promoted with badges of honor and medals adorning his uniform. throughout the years he’s been away, you’ve always been on his mind and so he tracks you down to find you still at the same residence. only this time, you’ve got a baby in one hand and a ring adorning your finger when you open the door. ruh roh 🫣🫣😵😵🤭🤭

[castielsupernatural]

ruh roh besties

#destiel is losing to tenrose now #i’m like okay if they’re gonna lose to anyone id want it to be them. but still #on our own turf

[unwillingdarling]

ruh roh besties i’m drunk

[ninja-go-to-therapy]

Sorry for dropping off the face of the earth besties lemme give y’all some updates

0. Dumped my shitty ex

1. Graduated

2. Got into a relationship with my literal soulmate

3. Ruh roh got in horrible car wreck that left both cars totaled

4. Got job

#overall we stay slaying #wlnb #I’m GAY #my partner is literally #the most amazing person I’ve ever met #they treat me like a Princess I stg #kat’s meow

[incorrectinfinity]

Ruh roh besties

[stevie-baby]

Besties i may have gotten tooo high ruh roh