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buttertrait-old · 1 year
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15 question for 15 mutuals!
tagged by the lovely @druidberries and @salemssimblr <3333
are you named after anyone?
not that i’m aware of!
when was the last time you cried?
a few days ago bc i finally finished by dissertation and i was so relieved 😭
do you have kids?
no (unless we’re counting stuffed animals hehe)
do you use sarcasm a lot?
i used it more irl just cause it’s harder to read over text but yes i do use it a lot
what sports do you play/have you played?
i actually did ballet lessons for 15 whole years, and tap lessons but then i gave up and just did ballet for a bit. i actually have a tattoo of some ballet shoes on my ankle!
what’s the first thing you notice about other people?
honestly i’m not really sure haha
eye colour?
brown!
scary movies or happy endings?
i like both! although i tend to watch more happy endings than scary movies
where were you born?
in england :)
what are your hobbies?
uh i guess mostly just gaming, i do like to read and write thou when i have the time, and sometimes i crochet (mostly little frogs)
do you have any pets?
yes! me and my boyfriend own a snake his name is snorlax <3
how tall are you?
i think between 5’3 and 5’4 i’m not sure?
favourite subject in school?
i loved english! i really enjoy writing and reading like i said so english was one of my fav subjects at school
dream job?
id like to be a journalist! i’m just finishing my third year of my degree studying journalism and it’s defo something i wanna do in the future! or just anything media related honestly
i’m not sure who to tag but if you wanna do it just say i tagged you <33
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stillfertile · 2 months
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sentence fic? well, i wouldn't exactly call you a brother.
Linus says. Finally, his chest feels lighter. Ever since Jeremy started calling him that, it has been bothering him. What he doesn't expect, is the devastation that befalls on Jeremy's face. "Oh. Sorry--I just meant it as--like we're very close--but if you don't--um--that's ok," he fumbles through the words. Jeremy looks down at his hands, folding in on himself. He picks at the skin there. Fuck. Linus must have said something wrong. "No, no, Jeremy," Linus pulls his hands apart to grab his attention. Jeremy looks up at him with wide, confused, eyes. "I didn't mean it like that. You're my best friend, really. I just feel like--well, I have a bit of a crush on you, and when you call me "brother" it feels kinda weird." Linus smiles, he has to, just to show that he doesn't expect Jeremy to reciprocate. He's used to it.
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rosemaze-reveries · 4 months
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hiii primkle bimkle show us the fellow wips <:
[referencing this]
anythinf for u schmoomfie,.... thamk u for hearinf out my brainworms
my main problem with this guy is that he's such a PLAGUE to me that i can't focus on finishing any before a new idea strikes 🙄 i'll try to list some of my wips out incase one sparks interest heheee
🙈🙈🙈 under the cut bc im embarrassed
"The Last Beautiful Thing" This one was the first in my fellowrot wipbible 🧎‍♀️💍 I posted a snippet here a couple weeks ago <3 It takes place immediately before Fellow accepts his job at Playful Land. He's always been chasing after "chances" his whole life -- you've watched him go through this cycle of thinking he's found a sliver of light, suffer failures, sink into a bitter rut, rinse and repeat. Now, he's been talking about a new chance (Playful Land) which rightfully leaves an unsettling feeling in your stomach. He refuses to go into detail about the job (only focusing on what good it will bring to you & Gidel) and when you try to stop him, he attempts to Life is Fun his way into reassuring you that things will work out.
Reader's concern is more on Fellow's mindset. You think he's slipping somewhere he won't be able to recover from. After all, they're used to being on the run, but the fact that he's skirting around the details solidifies for you that the stakes are much higher this time. 🤔 In the end, both of them are just trying to protect each other.
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"Is That How We're Going To Love?" 🙈 I DONT WANNA GET INTO THIS ONE. here's a snippet though:
You were clumsy in your efforts to lift him from his bed of soaked debris. Faint indentations circled his wrists, tender from some sort of bindings, so you tried to support him by the forearms instead. But no matter how carefully you went about maneuvering him, he would suck in his teeth, poorly suppressed cries sharp against your ears.
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"Escapades" uh KYAAA this one is kinda goofy its just a series of team rocket-esque shenanigans........ Fellow and Reader love each other lots but sometimes they say things that sting each other <- often offhand, but the impact lingers. It's not clear whether or not they like each other romantically. I don't think they ever think about it themselves. They've just known each other for a very long time and find safety in each other.
There came a point when Fellow would sometimes leave to let off steam (with other people) and Reader would have to keep dragging him back hfhfjkf. This forced Reader to grapple with their feelings because, honestly, they were madly jealous about it. But it's hard to say whether they wanted his love, or if they just felt bitter that they were losing their best friend. <- me when my yume keeps swerving from cute fluff to TENSION.
I scrapped that LOL I wanted to stay on the theme of lighthearted partners in crime....... ganging up to scam people......... pretending to be lovers only for show etc etc
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trainingdummyrabbit · 11 months
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I Am So Glad You Asked!!!
So basically... Tokitoswap! a swap au in which the tokis and the kamados swap roles-- yui swapping w/ tan, and mui swapping with nezzy. 
aka: Two Twins Have A Bit Of A Worse Time Than Usual And Suddenly Find Themselves In The Middle Of A Thousand Year Struggle Between Humans And Demons (Which Are Real By The Way)!
. it also happens to be an exercize in having a concept, going “hey, wouldnt it be funny if--?” and then it sticks and you have to commit. i keep trying to explain in a way that Makes Sense, but im gonna be honest. theres just So Fucking Much going on and ive been trying to write this for hours and i dont even know where to start summarizing WAHAHAH. i dont know if its very Canon Aligned but it sure is very Me Aligned and i sure am gonna commit to the bit! anyway. 
its heavily in-progress and was supposed to be a clean one-role swap but! Well!!!! It Sure Isn’t Anymore!!! 
under the cut since im Incapable of keeping things short:
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funy lil swap au! ft:  Yui: “Older” Brother who Thinks he’s in charge. a beleaguered 14-year-old who stumbled into being a slayer and super isn’t prepared for this. Unfortunately, having your sole remaining family turn into a demon is kind of antithetical to “go home and pretend nothing happened.” he is handling this very well. (lie) a user of wind-breathing, his main priority is keeping him and mui safe, and is a bit overprotective. which is a problem, since mui will charge headfirst into the first sign of danger to protect him. their relationship is a bit messy, but they’re pretty much the only thing holding each other together. a kid trying so hard to act bigger than he is-- and inevitably, routinely failing.
Mui: Odd Little Creacher secretly hiding Rage More Powerful Than A Thousand Suns. just barely surviving the attack of their family one fateful night by That Man, he manages to completely break the curse and hunger or being a demon through his own sheer will. unfortunately, he also completely loses control of himself and, in order to make sure that energy doesnt completely tear him apart, his consciousness completely mists over-- leaving him rather airheaded and distant in an attempt to hold back the roaring of a new power he cannot control. . but hes so silly!! ^w^ couldn’t hurt a fly!!
Murata: Some Fucking Guy who just so happened to get roped into all this. is just absolutely baffled this kid is out here slaying demons like this, and is honestly doing his best to make sure he doesn’t stupidly get himself killed. despite being at a higher rank than them, though, he’s kind of... well, he hasn’t gotten the hang of water-breathing techniques. try as he might, he just cant quite reach the same skill level as some of his peers. even still though, he has to keep trying. he has a job to do, and promises to keep. 
Susamaru: Professionally identifies as a Problem. a user of beast-breathing, she just kind of... shows up one day and starts antagonizing. originally started fighting the twins for the honestly-kind-of-reasonable reason of “That Kid Is A Demon And Thats A Fucking Problem” but got distracted messing with yui enough to get. kinda curious about the other one. she’s loud and brash and fucking annoying, but at some point she just... asserted herself. and never left.  she’s an odd case. ridiculously skilled at the whole slaying-demons thing, she just... doesnt seem to take things seriously. has a penchant for irritating people on purpose-- but its purely for the extent of understanding how they work. what makes them tick. she’s here for a good time, not a long time. most of her peers don’t like her much, but once she’s decided that she likes someone, theres very little she wont do for them. and these nerds just so happen to be next on the list. 
. all in all, its just these dorks against the world. there’s just. a ridiculous amount of mess ive written about how they function and how their arcs shape up, and while there Are some other roles and etc written up, my brain has been completely laser focused on These Four In Particular, so . \o/ ! anyway, heres a bunch of ambient sketches from all over the place of Them(tm)
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hysokaz · 10 months
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For art reqs maybe Wing + Zushi?
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bestie :D
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aezyrraeshh · 1 year
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LUNA X JOSEPHINE doomed love // the second chance
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yuukimiyas · 6 months
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໒꒰ྀིஇ﹏இ`꒱ྀི১ this is me readin all of the nice asks & sweet tags on my lil prose post <33 i am def goin to sleep w a warm & fuzzy heart & a bucket full of gratitude (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)⁾⁾⁾ smoochin you extra!! MWAH MWAH!!
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messy-jaxx · 10 months
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@akachan3000 CHEE MY NOTIFS ARE BLOWN UP (/pos)
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styxshipz · 10 months
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🎉 for the ask game tee hee :)
(tell us some fun facts about your newest selfship!)
TEE HEE... ty 4 indulging me jay :33c
my newest selfship is me and strong sad !!!!! i didnt think id love her this much but here we r lolz <33
some fun facts are that we absolutely are That couple during halloween, even before we started dating! (we were the repo man (me) and shilo (sad); we just wanted 2 be from the same media and she didnt wanna be the dead wife lmao)
we also go to concerts 2gether!!! she introduced me 2 sloshy and theyre so good (homsar comes too sometimes, marzi doesnt rlly like them)
ok one more n then ill leave u alone lolz ! som facts abt the polycule. sad is dating marzi and homsar, but im only dating sad (once again i do think marzipans rlly pretty... might selfship w her too idk!!) n we like 2 all go on dates 2gether !! i cant rlly stand marshmallows tho so we usually end up at the concession stand lmao
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parkitaco · 1 year
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👻🚀🥳
helloo ezzy my love!!
👻 What is your wildest headcanon?
hmmm i don't really feel like i have that many?? all my hcs are pretty standard i think,, however the one that i do not see nearly enough of is pianist!will byers like. it's not wild by any means but it's important to Me ok. i will die on this hill
🚀 Do you like to outline your fic first or create as you go?
definitelyyy create as i go i hate outlines w a burning passion which is weird bc i'm generally a very strategic planner person but with writing i just can't do it. it's just too overwhelming. usually i'll start off with a vague premise or a specific scene i'm thinking of and just build around that until i have something approaching coherent. the most i'll do is like,, when i have writers block i'll just add a few spaces and then in parentheses (x scene goes here) and move on to a different one
🥳 Why did you start writing fanfic?
honestly i?? don't remember?? i just remember being consumed by cadnis brainrot and reading literally all the fanfic the internet had to offer until i ran low on content and was like. yknow what lemme just make some more real quick. and then i did :))
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littlecarmine · 8 months
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hi h! good to see you haunting on here still! I hope you're doing alright!
for the character game: spencer reid!
Sexuality Headcanon: bi
Gender Headcanon: mb cis? tho whenever i see trans spence content i SEE IT
A ship I have with said character: spencelle
A BROTP I have with said character: spemily
A NOTP I have with said character: jeid - just no
A random headcanon: i have a lot related to his addiction plot. a positive one is penny inviting him to do things to keep him away from using and thats how they start their con traditions <3
General Opinion over said character: LOVE early to mid-seasons spencer A FAVE!!! i dont like how they developed him in the later seasons tho. u can have him mature without stripping away his main qualities. also HATE how the show made all the characters too good at every aspect of the job in the later seasons. its worse with spencer bc they use him as a lazy way to wrap up plots. and spencer becoming a good field agent was as unrealistic to me as jj leading the hunt for bin laden SKSKSKSJ
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hey hey hey ily okay???? u won’t feel like this for long i promise u,, go ahead and quote me cuz i’m right ! i am always right . u r doing great and i’m proud of u . we r in all senses except physical getting boba tea at a cute cafe until u feel better 🫶
bestie ty so so so much for saying this i’m so sorry that i got u worried and i rlly rlly hope that it gets better ilysmm <33 im feeling kinda better than earlier i made myself some hot choco and read a little to take my mind off things <33 ily <33
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misspickman · 2 years
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kon & 16 for the hand holding thing? 👀
thank you britta you are my hero
A lot has changed, but at least one thing's still the same and Kon is as desperate for Tim's attention as always. He wishes there could be easier ways to get it, maybe ones that don't include getting stupidly shot by a kryptonite bullet during what was supposed to be a pretty chill mission.
The death grip Tim has on his arm would probably crush a normal person's bones but luckily Kon has nothing to worry about. Well, mostly.
He wasn't going to say anything, because it's kind of nice having Tim so close and touchy for a change, but eventually he caves in. “You're crushing my arm,” he admits.
Tim doesn't let up. If anything, his fingers tighten around Kon's forearm. He thinks he can feel fingernails digging in. It hurts, though it's less like being purposely hurt by a person and more like being scratched by an anxious cat. “You can't even feel it.”
On a good day, no, Kon wouldn't be able to feel much of it, not the bad part of it at least—on a good day he'd be over the moon from joy of Tim holding onto him this way—but today has not been so kind to him.
“There's some uh,” he fumbles, never the one to admit a fault easily. Despite how intense his presence and grip are, Tim hasn't even looked at him since they've boarded Bart's ship. Kon has been wondering if it's out of worry, disappointment or anger, and he knows it's mostly out of worry because he knows his friend, but the fear of Tim being upset with him for having this mission blow up in their faces gnaws at him. “There's some leftover kryptonite effect I think. Feels that way, at least.”
Tim drops his arm immediately. Which is not exactlywhat Kon was going for.
“You're a fucking idiot.”
Also not what he was going for, but he can't say he's surprised. Leave it to Tim to be holding onto his arm as if he's about to disappear into the ether if he turns around one moment and be a jerk the next. “Alright then—”
Tim cuts him off immediately. “Why didn't you say anything?”
He just did, didn't he? He sighs. Absence makes the heart grow fonder and all that, but absence also makes him forget how mind-numbingly difficult Tim can be when he digs his heels in.
“Ok, you weren't holding me that tight. No offense.” Powers or no powers, Kon still packs a good amount of muscle mass. He could still beat Tim in an arm wrestling match. Probably. Unless he pulled some sneaky shit on him.
Like this: Tim shaking his head and Kon looking away for the brief moment that it takes him to roll his eyes and very nearly missing Tim trying to disappear from the scene. Kon grabs his arm—not as tight, just enough to keep him in place for a moment longer. Weak enough that Tim could pull away if he wanted.
He doesn't, apparently, because when Kon starts to let go, assured that Tim won't try to peace out on him again, Tim grabs his hand. It's not the steel grip he had him in earlier, or rather it starts as one, but it loosens until it's just the two of them standing there, fingers intertwined.
Kon is about to ask about it when Tim speaks up again, quieter. Less angry. “Not that much kryptonite effect if your senses work that well.”
“Nah. I don't need super senses for you,” he says, and grins when Tim shoots him an offended look. “It's all Rob language up here.”
“Piss off,” Tim gives him another glare but his heart's not in it.
He looks stressed, fidgety; Kon can tell even with the dumb cowl on. He just doesn't know how much of it is pure leftover adrenaline from the mission and how much is a result of Bart's driving and how much is a result of… him, it seems.
“Why didn't you tell me you were still hurt,” Tim demands, again, and Kon is about to assure him that he didn't hurt him, again, when Tim cuts him off. “On the way back to the ship. We weren't in the clear, Conner.”
Oh. That. Frankly, Kon didn't even think of that. The whole thing is kind of a blur. “I was fine.”
“You just said—”
“Look, a lot was going on. It's fine now, we're long gone,” Bart has been speeding them through the nebula, even though he promised he wouldn't, “and I'll be brand new in like, an hour max.”
Tim doesn't seem happier. It's damn hard to please him sometimes. Other times, it's startlingly easy. It always takes Kon by surprise.
“Why didn't you tell me?” he asks again, and Kon genuinely can't think of a good answer to save his life. He also can't tell where Tim is, emotionally, at this point, because he sounds angry but Tim often sounds angry when he's scared, or sad, or anything in between.
He doesn't miss how Tim says me and not us. Not talking about the team, but Tim, only Tim. He figures it shouldn't, for more than one reason, but it makes him feel warm all over. He's not sure if he could blush but if he can, he might be.
He's not complaining—he shouldn't complain. This is the most of Tim's attention he's gotten since he's come back and since Bart's come back and since… well everything. A lot has changed. Both them as people, as a duo and the four of them as a team, but at least one thing's still the same and Kon is as desperate for Tim's attention as always.
He wishes there could be easier ways to get it. Maybe ones that don't include getting stupidly shot by a kryptonite bullet during what was supposed to be a pretty chill mission. In space, sure, which automatically makes it fucky, but chill nevertheless. Should have been.
Sometimes, Kon wonders how much of a favor he's reallydone to the lot of them by coming back, but just one look at Tim staring up at him with more worry than he lets himself show to anyone but the three of them shushes that thought. Puts it away for a moment. It's not a helpful train of thought to follow. For one, Tim would kick his ass for it.
He lifts a hand Tim isn't holding and goes to pull the Red Robin cowl down, and Tim lets him. Seeing his face is a breath of fresh air each time, all over again, like a silent but firm confirmation that beneath all the newfound world-weariness, the person he knows as his best friend still prevails. The fight seems to have drained out of him and he looks more resigned than anything else. Kon doesn't like that look on him. He'll take anger over it any day.
“I wasn't thinking,” he says, which is true. He was panicking as much as they were all panicking, and it's easier to say than to admit how terrified he is of the possibility of dying again standing right around the corner, lingering. No one ever asks—except Ma, she had asked, and she listened, and Kon could tell she hated the answer but she didn't shush him—but he remembers dying pretty well. It's not his favorite memory. His brain loves to recycle it though.
The searing pain that'd gone through his flesh was too familiar; he doesn't feel that way often, there are only a number of associations he can draw on and the big 'hey, remember when you died?' one stands out pretty heavily. The bullet had gone right through his thigh, so really it could have been worse, the problem practically solved itself almost as soon as it appeared and there was no reason to panic, but Kon isn't new to the knowledge of just how little control over his own mind he has.
At the moment he'd been too absorbed in his own shit to pay attention to what the others were doing, but looking at the state of their group now he can tell that him getting hurt so unexpectedly had affected them all. Not well. Really, if Cassie hadn't gotten a hold of them and if it had taken Bart a minute longer to get the ship running, they very well could have been toast. And Kon didn't do much to help, what with getting shot and then having a private little freak out about it that prompted Tim to have to practically drag him out of the line of fire.
He gives Tim his best Superboy smile instead of elaborating, because there's not much else to say, really, besides that he wasn't thinking. “You know how I am, here to look pretty.”
“Don't say that,” Tim says, frowning.
“You don't think I'm pretty?”
It doesn't work; Tim doesn't buy it. “That's not what I meant.”
“I don't know what you want me to say, Rob.” Though he feels like he should. He feels like there's a glaring issue here that Tim is aware of and that he's missing. There's a palpable disconnect between them nowadays and Kon can't tell if it's because of him, or Tim, or both of them. Too many variables have been thrown off their balance for them to remain the same. But Tim is still holding his hand.
And he doesn't let go of his hand when Cassie comes to get them from the ship hallway they've been holed up in, letting them know they're back on Earth. Tim is the first one to get up, pull the cowl back on and start walking towards the entrance but his fingers don't untangle from Kon's and he just goes with it. Trails behind Tim and lets him lead him out of the ship, out to the fresh air and the sounds of people living all around them. A stark difference to space that, while noisy, doesn't have the same charm. Someone's mowing their lawn yards away, somewhere closer a kid is yelling for a cat, and there's birds everywhere. Loud pop music, somewhere in the east. They've only been away for a day and a bit, but Kon has missed it.
They land in YJ's—Bart's, really—secret garage and Bart makes quick work of cleaning up the mess of the interior before they abandon it for an indefinite amount of time again. Kon wonders how many times he comes here alone to mess with the ship. He's more familiar with it than someone who's only drove it three times would be.
“Not a word to the Justice League,” Bart says as they all convene by the garage door and Kon closes it shut.
“Obviously,” Tim says and Cassie nods.
“Great. I'm hungry, I'll set up everything by the time you get there, race you.”
“Absolutely not.”
And he's gone, and the three of them are standing there and Tim is still holding his hand. Cassie turns to leave toward Tim's car, because he drove them here, and Tim walks behind her and just—keeps holding Kon's hand.
It's ridiculous, it's childish and it makes him giddy like he's a dumbass teen again straight from the lab. It makes him almost forget how he very nearly died today, again. Something he'll have to recon with later, but for now, this is enough.
They get in the car and Kon ends up in the back seat by a failed round of rock-paper-scissors and he lets go of Tim's hand. They say nothing about it. Cassie says nothing about it, even though Kon is sure she's noticed.
“Honestly, I'm just glad there's no one asking a report from me on this,” she says around a yawn as Tim starts the car. “Not that I'm saying we should do more off the book missions. I'm not saying that.”
She gives a very pointed look to Kon in the rear view mirror and Tim snorts. Kon smiles back at her. “Okay.”
“I'm not saying that.”
By the time they arrive at the recently refurnished clubhouse, Bart has ordered and brought them dinner and watched almost all of the first episode of Dark. And by the time Kon has taken a warm shower and gotten out of the bloody suit he's not thinking about and put on fresh clothes, they're way past the first episode and he can hear them arguing about plot in the living room.
On the couch, Kon settles comfortably between Cassie, who has Bart's legs in her lap, and Tim, who waits for barely a second to take his hand again. Well, kind of. It's not really a hand hold as much as it's a hand touch. He's put his hand over Kon's and kind of… grabbed his fingers with his, intertwining them in a way that is as gentle as it is rigid.
Kon doesn't say anything about it. He's very cool about the whole thing.
“Can we watch it from the start?” he asks, because they're at the midpoint of the second episode now and nothing is connecting in his head. It has everything to do with how incomprehensible the plot on the screen is and nothing with how he can feel the warmth of Tim's fingers against his, can feel his heartbeat as well as he can hear it.
“No, it's fine, I can explain it to you,” Bart waves him off and starts talking, immediately, not giving a chance for Kon to say that it's fine, really, he'll figure it out. Cassie groans like this isn't the first time Bart haw tried to summarize this for them, which he probably did. “No, shut up, listen to me. You won't understand it any better if you watch it. So I might as well tell it my way.”
“Fair enough,” he says. He doesn't think he'll be able to focus on anything other than blood and Tim's fingers tonight either way. Sometime by the end of the second episode he stretches to grab popcorn from Bart and his hand slips away, and Tim hooks his little finger around his and Kon's whole body goes stiff. He's definitely blushing now. He only hopes the show and the low light of the room are enough to keep everyone's attention off it.
They last an episode before Cassie starts dozing off and Bart has a long streak of guessed plotlines that both Cassie and Tim have an issue with, snapping at him to stop spoiling the show for them—and Kon hasn't followed a single thing that's happened but the atmosphere is fittingly dark and gloomy so he can vibe. God, he's starting to sound like Tim too.
Tim who, despite the standoffish, broody attitude, hasn't stopped clinging to Kon's fingers. He hasn't directly said a word to him since he sat down but Kon hasn't tried talking to him either, so. Fifty-fifty chance that he's still upset or just being a gloomy Bay.
It's only when Cassie is fully asleep on Kon's shoulder and Bart looks too engrossed in the show to care what's happening a few feet away from him that Kon decides to test the waters. Tim looks like he's watching the show but by the tired, unfocused look in his eyes Kon can tell that he's spacing out and probably has been for a while now.
“You're gonna have to let go of me eventually, you know,” he teases, lifting their hands by where they're joined by their pinkies.
He means it as a joke and he says it as such, even exaggerated because he knows jokes fly over Tim's head sometimes, but Tim's voice still sounds too somber when he says, “I know. Just let me have this.”
Kon has no idea what to say to that, so he doesn't, just turns his eyes back to the TV and tries to pay attention to the movie.
He doesn't want to think about how it's Tim who has been ghosting him and not the other way around, despite what the way he speaks might make you think. He's been meaning to accuse Tim of it for some time now but right now, he doesn't want to ruin the moment. He'd rather savor the little moments while he can.
Some other time, he'll be the one to pick a fight and they'll hash it out like they always do. For now, he's content enough with Tim touching him, barely as it is.
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scrambledhearts · 11 months
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greg, heat death of the universe, and unspeakable brutality 🥰
i agree i will learn how to make good amazing wonderful chicken sandwiches just for you parker 💪💪💪
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trainingdummyrabbit · 7 months
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Tbh to me ayin would have one of the mons from the solosis line. For his girljesus
oh my god youre so right actually. rapidly scribbling down notes
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itsdelicate · 1 year
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anyway in conclusion of the randomly generated song polls
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