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jcams88 · 2 years
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God I just love how excited TK was about that puzzle he gave Owen. That's his and Carlos' idea of a Fun Night In. Carlos wears his lil glasses and TK cozy's up in his fluffiest hoodie. Both of them drink tea and trade pieces when they find one for the section the other one is working on.
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gojoshooter · 5 months
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Little Yuji and big brother Sukuna
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an. for I'm in my Sukuita phase <33
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Thinking about little Yuji in his Chuku-nii's lap eating a popsicle as his big brother wipes his messy mouth with a caring frown.
Little Yuji is too good to be scolded, always being polite when he points at the icecream shop with big golden-brown eyes looking up at him “Pwes, pwes, Chuku-nii” the highschooler can barely resist the tiny tot's wishes. Although he is a little clumsy with his tiny fingers, struggling to hold the dripping ice and getting some on his school hoodie.
“Tsk, brat. Here give it to me,” Sukuna can be mean to anyone breathing but his little brother. “Suku-nii will hold it for you.” the beaming chubby smile on the five year old almost blinds Sukuna; he swears to god.
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Baby Yuji triggers the worst cute agression deep within Sukuna (and i take it back, he can be mean) which surfaces in the form of his ever the jerk urge to make Yuji cry so he can scoop his lil pink weeping fluff and sooth him, bouncing lightly. And Yuji not being the sharpest crayon in the box would cling to his chest, pouting while Chuku-nii dries his tear-dampen red face. Sukuna lives for this, wakes and sleeps for his pure innocence.
“There, there. Suku-nii was joking brat, he's not eating you”
“Hah... sorry Yuji, I'm here, are you really scared of jump scares?” a kiss on the fat cheek, chuckling at the little boy's cuteness “I'm here”
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And apparently it has been way easier to feed healthy meals to little Yuji than him, according to his mom.
“Who's the best boyyy?” Sukuna would drawl and the five year raises his short arm the highest he can, though being the only one being fed in the room. “’tadori!” and thankfully he has learnt to not speak further when the food has been stuffed in his little buccal cavity.
Nothing can make his day better than his little brother looking up at him expectantly with a mouthful of food.
“And who's the best big brother, little Dori?” “Chukunaaa” the elder would chortle, head thrown back because who the heck is more precious than his little petal. Taking the chance, he puts the plastic spoon full of veggies inside him, grin plastered with affection.
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masterlist !!
ps. i love babies who have a hard time pronouncing names🥺🤧 shut up you cute lil flower bud
tags. @anubisisthebomb @dianagracesworld @stellagrangerreads12 @momochina-sama @xxkay15xx @ruins-posts @4sat0ruu @pretty-toru @whodoesthatanymore
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willowser · 9 months
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your son is in that age where he's throwing a lot of fits for not getting what he wants, and you get so fed up with him one day that you wrap him up tight in a blanket and scoop him up into your arms, hugging him to your chest so he can't move.
you come into the living room and tell katsuki, "look at this fussy little baby!" and you force a bunch of kisses all over his face as he squeals with laughter.
and then eventually katsuki takes him from you and rocks him around violently, before ticklingly him under his little pits. "a baby? didn't know we had another damn baby in the house,"
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lilwifeynextdoor · 1 month
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She knew better than to try to hustle and grind, that's for Boys. She didn't go to college and she's never had a job. She happily lives a life of luxury, she wants for nothing and waits on no one EXCEPT her Husband and His children. Every good woman knows life is about trading freedoms for security. She has all the finer things in life because she submits to Him. A simple exchange really: the more uncomfortable she gets as her body strains growing Him another heir, the more He spoils her. It's funny watching other girls try to work hard and be equal while she gets to sit back, relax, and stretch out her designer clothes He bought her.
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pollyna · 1 year
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Mav and Ice's socks drawer is split perfectly in half: white or black ones on the right side, and colourful pairs with drawings of all kinds on the left. Nobody ever believes Mav when he says his side is the one on the right.
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pregtboy · 11 months
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taking a pregnant boy from behind, his belly so big it can rest atop the table you're fucking him against
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nights-at-crystarium · 9 months
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wolqotd
Living spaces. Is your WoL tidy and organized, or are they the type to casually create mess and chaos around them?
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topazshadowwolf · 22 days
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GoopTales: Part 22, waking up and domestic fluff
And now, they wake up...
Parts: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22(you are here)/34
AO3: Ch 1 (1-4), Ch 2 (4-8), Ch 3 (9-12), Ch 4 (13-16) Ch 5 (17-19), Ch 6 (20-23), Ch 7 (24-27), Ch 8 (28-31), Ch 9 (32-34)
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Something moving started to pull him from the deeper sleep he had been enjoying. It wasn’t the first time he felt something move while sleeping. It frequently happens; he ignores it and continues to sleep, which is how it usually goes. His tentacles, reacting to the emotions that his dreams stir, are typically what he feels when moving about in bed. 
This was different, though.
It felt like small hands pushing on his back as someone was climbing on him. Soft, hushed voices telling the one who was climbing him confirmed his suspension. Nightmare groaned softly before opening his eye and looking at the little skeletons. Killer continued to climb up on him, settling down in the center of his back, making it hard for Nightmare to see him.
“killer,” Horror hissed softly in a whisper, “you woke him up.”
“i did?” Killer asked without the care of keeping quiet.
“You did,” Nightmare said before yawning. Slowly sitting up, he felt Killer safely slip down onto the bed in a fit of giggles.
“sorry,” Dust said softly.
“No need to apologize. I actually had a pleasant sleep. I hope you four did as well,” Nightmare said as his tendrils curled around the four small skeletons in a hug. “Now, if only I woke up on my own accord and not because some little minion decided to start crawling all over me. A rude awakening by an intrepid mountain climber is a poor start to a day.”
“intepit?” Cross asked.
“In-trep-id,” Nightmare corrected.
“intrepid,” Cross said, trying again.
“There you go, it means fearless or adventurous,” Nightmare explained.
“that’s me!” Killer exclaimed, holding his arms up excitedly.
Nightmare used a tendril to pick the child up, purposefully holding him upside-down, “Yes, that was you, but your actions were still rude. Were they not?”
Killer giggled, “sorry!”
“Why do I doubt that you are?” Nightmare asked, and Killer giggled more as Nightmare set him back down. “Alas, the youth these days have no respect for their elders. Whatever is an old man like me to do?”
“i re-pect you, mr. night,” Cross said quickly before whispering to Horror, “what’s re-pect mean?”
“respect, it means… um…,” Horror put his hand to his chin as he thought. “i know what it means just… um…”
“You are unsure how to define it, or put it into words?” Nightmare asked, and Horror nodded. “Start, and I will help you when you need it.”
“okay, um. it means that you… show uh… well you listen and you…show someone they are important,” Horror said, then looked at Nightmare.
“Exactly. You honor them by listening, doing as they ask, and being polite.” He smiled and patted Horror on the back. “You did well, Horror. You did not need my help after all.”
“thank you, mr. night,” Horror said with a smile.
“i respect you! i just like being silly,” Killer giggled.
“That you do, you little imp,” Nightmare huffed.
To that, Killer gasped and folded his arms, “i’m not an imp! i’m a skeleton!”
“Yes, you are. Come along, babybones. Time for breakfast,” Nightmare said as he stood from his bed.
“oh! oh! can you carry me, pleeeeaaase~?” Killer asked, holding his arms up in the traditional ‘pick me up pose’ all children seem to know naturally.
“me too! please!” Cross said, putting his arms up as well.
“Alright,” he said as he used his tendrils to wrap around those two and lifted them off the bed. Killer giggled and squirmed a little before finally settling into the hold. It amused Nightmare as the youngest, Cross, patted the tendril as if it were alive while whispering, “thank you” to the limb. As Cross continued to gently pet the limb, Nightmare turned his attention to Dust and Horror. “What about you two? Do you want to be carried, as well?”
“yes, please,” Horror replied, and Nightmare curled a tendril around him. Horror simply hugged the limb that held him with a content smile.
Dust was hesitant and fiddled with his fingers for a short moment before he softly muttered, “please?”
And with that, Nightmare lifted him off the bed as well. Just as before, there was a flinch at the initial contact, but Dust soon relaxed and was lifted off the bed. He looked down and around himself, interested in the different angle he now had to view everything. 
Nightmare made his way out of his room to theirs to help them pick out what they would wear and get them ready for the day. Keeping Killer and Cross focused was a struggle, but he could after that good sleep. One at a time, he helped them brush their teeth, Cross needing help with the action to make sure he got all of his teeth, and a tendril around Killer kept him in place long enough to complete the task. Once done and dressed, he walked them down the hall.
“what about you, mr. night? you still have your jammies on!” Cross asked.
“That I do. Once you four are being watched by Lyra, I shall change and brush my teeth,” He explained as they continued on their way. This time, they wanted to walk on their own—Killer and Dust on one side, Horror and Cross on the other side of him. Killer and Horror were holding a tendril in one hand and the other’s hand in the other.
Once they reached the kitchen, he found Lyra at the refrigerator going through its contents. She looked up at Nightmare and the others and smiled. “I hope you do not mind. I decided to make meal plans for the week,” she said, closing the refrigerator door.
“I do not mind at all. I will admit, I was so busy with other things that I just decided on meals when it was time to eat,” Nightmare admitted. “Speaking of meals, I have four little baby bones-”
“i’m not a baby! i’m an intrupid,” Killer started.
“Intrepid,” Nightmare corrected.
“intrepid… umm… oh! climber!” Killer announced.
“you are a babybones,” Horror grinned while patting Killer on the head.
“nuh-uh!” Killer rebutted.
“Alright, no more arguing. All four of you are baby bones, adventurous nature or not. Now, if Lyra is alright with it, I will leave you four in her care as I get myself ready for the day,” Nightmare declared.
“okay, mr. night!” Cross said before hugging Nightmare around the legs.
“I think that sounds like a wonderful idea. I will have them help with breakfast, and when you get back, we will enjoy a meal together,” Lyra smiled.
It had been long enough that Dust could now eat most of what was given to him without making him sick. And with them helping, that should keep Killer out of trouble and Horror entertained enough not to prank the others. Content they were in good hands, Nightmare started to turn to leave when he felt someone holding one of his tendrils.
Looking down, he saw Dust holding the limb in question. He was near tears as he looked up at Nightmare with a pleading look that said what his voice was failing to say. Dust wanted to come with. When he was alone with the boys, Dust stayed close whenever Nightmare was home. He usually did not initiate physical contact beyond holding a tendril like now, but he did accept it when offered. At this moment, when the others were going over to Lyra to learn what she had planned for breakfast and how they could help, Nightmare considered Dust may have become “clingy.”
What was he to do…
Nightmare will not admit it, but after his troubles as a small child at the hands of adults… he had a soft spot for them. Such young children should be his brother's concern. And yet, Nightmare just had a hard time hurting, emotionally or physically, children. It just felt like bullying.
He just… didn’t like bullying of children…
That dislike only seemed to get stronger the older he got.
But this wouldn’t be bullying… it would be telling Dust he had to wait with the others.
And yet…
He was getting soft…
Those sad eyelights, tears in the corner of his sockets, as the child silently pleaded…
“Dust,” Lyra said as she walked over and knelt down. “Mr. Night just needs to get dressed and cleaned up like you did.”
Dust looked down at the floor and nodded; he understood, but… Nightmare was the first adult to show him kindness and love. After all the anger and hate he had experienced, Dust seemed scared to be away from Nightmare. He felt safe when Nightmare was around and wanted the guardian who was protecting him from “The Doctor” to stay nearby.
“Lyra, I,” Nightmare started, but Lyra shook her head.
“Dust, I have an idea. Can you help me? Nightmare is going to be very hungry by the time he is done, and I do not think I and the other three could make enough food for him without your help,” Lyra said as she held her hand out to him.
“Hmmm, I am feeling rather peckish right now,” Nightmare said thoughtfully.
“I am sure you will be ravenous by the time you return,” Lyra grinned.
“i thought you didn’t hafta eat since you eat emotions!” Killer blurted out. He then gasped, “what about all the times you didn’t eat with us? Was that because… because you didn’t make enough for all of us and you?”
“Well… I require emotions more than food, but I also enjoy food,” Nightmare explained.
“you really need my help?” Dust asked in a whisper to Lyra.
“I do,” She whispered back. “So, will you help us?”
Dust looked up at Nightmare and then back at her with a nod. With that, she extended her hand, and he placed his hand in hers. She then stood and guided him over to the others. Dust looked back momentarily but then focused on where she was guiding him. With the group distracted with breakfast plans, Nightmare turned and left the room to prepare for the day.
He could get used to this…
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molinaskies · 7 months
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Was NO ONE—and I mean NO ONE— going to tell me that this was a thing?????
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incompleteninny · 1 year
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The seventieth free, unedited chapter of my upcoming book, “The Heist at Cordia Aquarium” is now available on its website (or click here to read from the beginning).
I named this release “Stress Bonding” because rabbits. These little critters run my household to the brink of collapse. Daily.
I love them, though.
Thea doesn't notice Avery's attempt at escape. Tears well at the corners of her eyes and she sucks a glob of snot back up her nose. "I didn't want to go with them. I-I got washed up in it. Nothing else was working... and this is the only o-option I had left."
Avery could scream right now. Yell at the top of her lungs and try to draw someone within earshot, but something feels off. An air of despair oozes off the priest. Honest, pure despair that'd tempt the ear of any adventurer. Especially an adventurer that isn't able to make a break for it in the first place.
Flat against the floor, she glances at the priest out of the corner of her eyes. "Pretend I care: the only option for what?"
Tears streak down Thea's face and drip off her chin, where they disappear into the dark fabric of her cassock. She balls her hands up in her lap. "To keep it together. I just needed enough money to get my motorcycle fixed, then It'd've been fine. Nothing would've had to change..."
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Same as last week: Thea’s concept art. I just think she’s neat.
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ride-a-dromedary · 4 months
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I have now become literally incapable of not thinking about Wyll and Halsin adopting Lily Aurora.
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dirtytransmasc · 1 year
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Kaz is Wylans father figure in the way an estranged big brother, who only found out he had a little brother through a great tragedy, steps up to be a father figure.
he's trying to try his best, but he stills sucks at it, tremendously. he's not his father, doesn't want to be, but if someone asks to meet wylans father, he would show up (and he'd commit a felony to keep Van Eck away), and no one cares to question him on it. he's hard on Wylan cause he wants him to be better, but also just because he's an asshole. half the time he barely feels like he's this kids brother, cause technically he isnt, but other times he feels like if he isn't there to protect Wylan he would implode, if something happened to him he would lose a part of himself.
Kaz doesn't know where his love and protectiveness of Wylan is because the boy is one of his crows snd what's because himself in this fatherless boy and hopes to change him for the better, attempting to give him what he himself didn't have. a family, and everyone's got a role to play, even him.
Wylan doesn't question it, he's to scared to, to break and down and potentially come to the conclusion that he's just deluding himself. but then he finds himself asking Kaz for permission for menial things, not cause he needs kaz's approval, but they both like knowing he's aware of wylan's day to day activities. wylan stops stumbling over his words when Kaz makes sure he eats or stays warm during his first few winters in the barrel. eventually wylan's more than used to the ceaseless, not very concealed, worry from Kaz. before he and Jesper make it official, he plays with the name brekker. wylan brekker. cause little brothers always aspire to be like their big brothers, even just in name. (and it's so much better then Van Eck or Hendricks)
they look up to each other, in the way a big brother feels pride when they see they were successful, their kid brothers gonna be fine, and then winces when they see a little too much of themselves and not just the good parts. or a little brother who watches their big brothers every move, deciphering every glare, every twitch, every word, noting it down and practicing it in the mirror. the little brother, that for better or for worse, wants to be just like their big brother. we know they were both successful in that.
it's the rough, frankly on and off, chaotic love of an older sibling and the gentle yet demanding love of a father rolled into one fucked up relationship between 2 fucked teenagers with ✨family issues✨
Wylan needed a father, Kaz needed a brother. they got each other, two strangers who were just a little too similar, and became family.
they have a weird vibe, I love it.
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orange-sodazz · 2 years
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rats rats rats rats !!!
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All the motions of ordinary love
Going to Georgia, The Mountain Goats  /  Fargo, Dir. Joel Coen  /  Woman (In Mirror), La Dispute  /  Big Eden, Dir. Thomas Bezucha  /  You In January, The Wonder Years
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pollenallergie · 1 year
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ok ok okayyyy one last thot before i go to sleep…
i wanna turn billy knight into my househusband <3
sweet lil domestic man with his many talents <3
he was born to be a stay-at-home dad. i would make that happen for him. <3
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boxwinebaddie · 4 months
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raven for sure owns chunky af slippers that are like dinosaur or bear feet (he definitely has bunny slippers that's out of question) I KNOW HE WOULD WEAR THAT OUTSIDE OF THE HOUSE, like roaming the streets of NY in his giant dinosaur feet shaped slippers.
okay, so listen: i just saved a pin to the stan board that really just encapsulates the energy of this ask perfectly. omg. cozy king tbh.
…but this is The Ask Ever.
This is the REALEST ask.
oh my God, this is my fAVORITE ask — tbh any ask about offstage boyfail cryptid celebrity ravenstan when he’s not in the deceptively hot sexy rockstar getup and is just in his civilian clothes and by that i mean the most obscenely embarrassing crusty musty dusty oversized, hole-filled, stain covered ratty ass stan marsh pijamas ever at all waking ( half asleep ) hours is my favorite ask bc i love my beautiful disgusting son — but ur so right about him fkn terrorizing the mean nyc streets in his crazy, chunky animal slippers like that is such a messy, unhinged offduty celebeauty king RavenStan Concept.
( which is honestly just a #stancore concept because horrifically dying of sudden sbf lovesickness chapter 9 pep!stan hobbled miserably to wendys house in his gigantic cringey novelty terrance & phillip house slippers so raven could run amock in his big fluffy a-list bender boy flipper slippers from faux bad boy hangover hell )
which, okay, i will say he probably does have a couple pairs ( he always has to have alternates at the ready bc he is my adhd angel baby and loses everything he owns bc he never puts his stuff back where it goes — shoes specifically, he litrally flings those fuckers off into the abyss ) and totally has the massive bear/dino feet…BUT!
all my stans are mermen and enjoy large bodies of water, specifically the ocean ( yes this is funny to me bc kyle hates/fears the ocean ). and i feel like he really likes…Sharks, for some reason? because they are cool and very misunderstood!!
( all leopard sharks do remind him of jersey btw <3 )
but with that said, i think the most iconic and signature ravenstan walk of shame slippers are these very cheap, cute but comically large cartoon memory foam shark slides that he ordered off the internet w the platinum company card when no1 was looking smh and also bought this gigantic matching shark hoodie…AKA...
The Shoodie and…
…smh….
The SharChanclas.
( yes, i’m crying. )
wHICH HE IS NOT SUPPOSED TO WEAR IN PUBLIC BTW!!! management literally shits a brick anytime stan goes anywhere unsupervised bc he’s such a PR nightmare…i just know they’re shaking their heads bc how does the most drop dead gorgeous man ever with one of the most hauntingly beautiful voices of our generation go from looking like he sells out stadiums all over the world to sELLING CrAcK??? LIKE SHSJSK?!??
but u know what!!! everyones a hater tbh i am a lover of weird boy stan!!! if exhausted raccoon eyed dramatic crybaby anime eboy sharchancla stan has one fan ITS ME!!!! HES PRETTY TO ME! pretty fucking lame but I DIGRESS!!! HES CUTE!!!
like his big slouchy sleepy boy hoodies!! the metal teeshirts!! the little half up half down hot boy hair style!! ( i am Obsessed w it like when his hair is not all in his eyes and u can see them and his bone structure and his eye freckle and his dimples & stuff…truly…immaculate ) NOT TO MENTION THE BIG PANTS LIKE!!! ALL STAN WANTS TO DO IS WEAR THE GIGANTIC PANTS AND NO ONE WILL LET HIM!!! >:((( </3
sweet, swagless, baggy sweatpants stan being comfortable at home as himself and not oversexualized on stage as raunchy rockstar boy raven of cd means so much to me…I LOVE U BB.
my man did not die for you all to not let him LIVE!!!!! free ravenstan
BUT ANYWAYS!!! back to the sharchanclas which istg, stan just be rolling up to the studio at 6am like an hour late on Crim in the standana w the cat boy headphones around his neck, wearing the shark hoodie, the slip knot pijama pants and the fucking sharchanclas like sorry im late i didn’t want to fucking Come!
and management is like raven…what the FUCK are u wearing and he’s like ??? hello what do u mean?? the shoodie and the sharchanclas Obviously and they’re like tHE WHAT??-?/?/??/
HEEEEEELPSHAKSK THEYRE SO MAD AT HIM
they’re like raven u can’t wear stuff like that Outside you have to look Hot and he’s just PERO LIKE ITS SO COLD AND IM COMFY???
they’re like please tell me no one saw u in that!!!!!!! and he’s like dude *calls all of management d00d* no ofc not! i drove right here!!
*sweats* he’s such a bad liar sober im literally so
bECAUSE UPON CLOSER INSPECTION MANAGEMENT IS LIKE RAVEN IS THAT DIABLO SAUCE IN UR HAIR???????? OMG DID U STOP FOR TACO BELL??? AGAIN??? RAVENSTAN WE ONLY HAVE ONE HOUR IN THE RECORDING STUDIO U WERE 45 MINUTES LATE WE HAVE 15 MINUTES TO RECORD UR VOCALS WHICH IS BAD ENOUGH BUT ALSO U LOOK INSANE AND WHY IS THERE A TIKTOK OF YOU DOING DOUGHNUTS A RANDOM WYOMING TACO BELL DRIVE THRU !!! IN !!! THE SHAR—WHATEVERS!!!
and he’s like the sharChanclas!!!! >:(( and being a celebrity is so DUMB like it’s always noooo raven u can’t wear ur sick ass pajamas to the recording studio even tho ur super tired bc it’s unprofessional !! and nooo raven u know ur not supposed to stop for taco bell even tho it’s six am and ur starving like??? this sucks ASS bro fml ://///
( free raven…my man has millions of $ n literally just wants fast food and his weird silly temu purchases for five dollars and to SLEEP :( )
which he did…eventually go back to sleep right after he crushed that 15 minute recording session btw like he was sooo grouchy and sleep deprived still dropped fire in that studio i am obsessed with him he really did the bare minimum, produced a banger and was like LMAOOO OK CAN I GO NOW ZZZZ hsjskss
he’s such an icon…also i just know kyle is so fucking confused bc all the major google searches involving raven are like majorly edgy things like the Coke Scandal he backed kenny for so kyles like yeah whatever that tracks 4 him but then all these smaller articles just have him like w his acoustic guitar at the children’s hospital in silly scrubs taking requests from kids w cancer/making them laugh...
him carrying an old ladies groceries to her car and tying her shoes for her in the pajama jeans and the big sunglasses and getting kissed on the cheek, him dying his hair purple for domestic violence awareness month and reading that all of his slutty boy halloween shenanigans at last years shows were not just a sick cash grab but were all going towards women’s shelters and dv charities 4 his bday ;-;;;
and jerseykyle is like??? HUH????
is this photoshopped what the fuck is he Wearing but why does it actually not matter bc he’s smiling he looks happy he’s kind of glowing? Wow? and that’s so Nice??? and EWEWEWEHEJSK eW
my man is fighting demons and the demons are having a crush on a mainstream celebrity ALSO THE LOST LOVE OF UR LIFE HELLO???
whose clothes kyle Does steal when they’re Hating like 25/8, tyvm!!! like ok he cannot wear the sharchanclas but istg that man is guilty of coming out of his room in the blondies haus wearing the big orange stanime shirt and the shoodie and stans pj pants n his headphones humming cd under his breath, going to water suzie in the morning, responding to stans cute boy buenos dias mi amor~ <3 voice message and sending back the sleepy good morning zeeskiet :* how are u i stole the shoodie voice message AW cute...cringe...my boys
( i do think they send a lot of voice messages — stan cannot spell and kyle types like a crazy robot so it just works better but also it’s nice to hear eachothers voices esp when stan is on tour and uh there are definetely…various…kinds of voice messages some more incriminating than others…more on that later tho… )
AND EVERYONE IS IN THE LIVING ROOM FUCKING CRACKING UP DYING LIKE LOSING THEIR MIIINDS LIKE WOOOOW U JUST GOT CAUGHT SIMPING IN 4K IN THE sHOooDie BITCH!!! KYLE BROFLOVSKI DAWN SPAWN BREAKING NEWS SOUND THE ALARMS DID SOME1 HEAR A WHIP CRACK OR IS THAT JUST KYLE
& he Did threaten to violently kill everyone after that don’t worry…but what matters is that he did it powered by pure hatred and of course...
In the Shoodie <3
true love, true hate, same difference, right?
-uncle nina, captain of the weird stan ship and sharchancla nation
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