#get to be freeeeee

[violetlauren]

If they found a way to play minecraft together it would probably go a little something like this.

And they would never play minecraft together again.

[paging-possum]

Upper half of my faaaaacd

[betterthanbatman1]

GUYS I AM BACK, I AM DONE. I AM DONE IN THE BEST WAY POSSIBLE. I HAVE FINISHED MY STUDIES AHHH

[razables]

i heart the Ranni and Godwyn dynamic i made up in my head

[the-haunted-office]

"You owe me for dredging up this battery for you."

James knows Oleander is joking. Even though they manage to sound completely deadpan, even through that whiny voice of theirs, he knows they're joking. But, situation being what it is, he can only manage a small puff of sarcasm in return.

"Whatever you desire of me as payment, dear," he quips, waiting as the elevator takes them down to the first floor and thus, closer to the mailroom.

Now it's Oleander's turn to puff, although theirs is more of a huff. They shift the battery from one hand to the other in order to examine their nails. "Oh honey, I'm afraid you don't have enough money."

"I know," James says, stepping off the elevator and leading the way. Oleander follows. "Which is I why I specifically said whatever you desire of me." Now he loosens up a bit, enough to turn his head and wriggle his eyebrows at his companion.

Oleander reaches over nudges James with their elbow. "You wish I desired you."

"Hmmmmm mmmaybe," James chimes in return, throwing a cheeky grin at them.

They let out a chuckle. "You're so obvious," they snort, as though they're offended, but the little quirk of their lips gives them away. There's a definite interest there that they can't deny, and one that James can't help but notice. He'd act on it too, and so would Oleander, if it weren't for the task at hand.

James swipes his tongue over his lips, very quickly, so quickly it would have been missed if Oleander hadn't already been looking. "So there's this employee trapped in this fax machine-"

Oleander laughs. "Shut up, James," they retort, shoving him with the battery. There's no bite to any of it, though. "Show me this supposed haunted fax machine and let's get this over with, then."

Moments later the pair arrive at the supposed haunted fax machine, which isn't so supposed at all, because the moment they enter the doorway, the machine whirs to life and begins spitting out paper.

OH THANK GOD YOU'RE BACK

I WAS AFRAID YOU'D ABANDONED ME

A BATTERY DID YOU BRING A BATTERY

"Okay, wow," Oleander intones flatly, quite frankly surprised by what they are seeing, so much so that they stop in the doorway and refuse to approach the freaky fax machine.

James flashes what is supposed to be a reassuring smile at them, but instead turns out to be a crooked grin, and approaches the machine to retrieve the printed papers to read them. He frowns at first, but then nods. "No, sorry, it just took me a minute to find one. But anyway, yeah, I have a battery. Right here," he says, gesturing over to Oleander. "Oleander, this is Maxwell Thompson. He was... I guess, apparently an employee here? He said he died here and got stuck in this fax machine and needs this battery to use its energy to get out."

A piece of paper prints out of the machine.

YES THAT'S RIGHT PLEASE HELP ME PLEASE

Oleander doesn't move. They just... stand there, thinking, running through their files.

Thompson. Thompson. Maxwell Thompson. Doesn't sound familiar, but that doesn't mean anything. They could have been a temp, like Timothy Evans. It shouldn't matter in either case. They're stuck and need help.

"Oleander?" James prompts.

"Right, yeah, sorry. Here, let me do it. This was sort of my job back in the day," they say, motioning James aside as they approach the fax machine at last.

They go right over to a panel on the side of the machine and pop it open, James following and hovering over them the entire time. Neither notices that the fax machine has gone curiously quiet during this time.

As Oleander is figuring out how exactly to place the battery into the machine, there is a sort of... static shock, if that's how they had to describe it, like when you touch a doorknob and there's a small zap of electricity between your hand and the doorknob. It flows straight through from the fax machine, through the battery, and into them, and just like that, they're gone.

Or... not gone, exactly, but not exactly there either. Whatever used to be their consciousness is no longer front and center, as they would describe it, but now feels like it has been shifted backwards and away, like they've been ushered away from the stage in a musical and given seats further away instead. Somewhere far up on the balcony, or maybe even further away than that.

And worse - they can't move anything. Their body, it feels disconnected from them, or rather, they feel disconnected from it, like they've been unplugged somehow.

And perhaps worst of all, and certainly the most frightening... they aren't alone in here. Their body, their being, their existence, the whole entirety of them - they can tell, feel, that there is someone or something else in there with them, feel it stalking around in between the theater rows.

Is it looking for them?

Oh fuck-

They can feel it move their body, close the panel on the fax machine, stand their body up, face James. Use their face to smile at him.

"It's done," they say, but they don't say it. Someone else says it for them. It's their voice, coming out of their mouth, their body, but it's not them.

James blinks, none-the-wiser. "It- It is? That's it? They're- It- Max is free?"

They laugh. "Max. Yeah. They're free."

[martyreasemymind]

for those of you who were disappointed in the last round of ppel0n screenshots for being "milquetoast", fear not as other people in the billy fandom who are also tired of this nonsense have been so kind as to round up and share with me more evidence of her shitty behavior.

not gonna give any commentary because i'm sick of spending my time on this festering piece of human pond scum and quite frankly she speaks for herself.

TW for under the cut: ableism, homophobia (the f slur)(among other things)

[lorillee]

WE'RE FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

[todayisafridaynight]

the elderly and their matching gloves

[kuzunohaclan]

FINISHED MY LAST SHIFT OF THE SEMESTER RAHHHHH

[hnnny]

Free yourself. Make slideshows to dump lore onto your friends about your original characters. Don't look back.

[toxtricityamped]

just skipped my last class of high school ever ❤️

[heardsomedickwasbeinmeantoyou]

9-1-1 Season 8 Summary: After completely losing his mind over both losing his son to his perfectly smug parents and the world-expanding truth bomb that is his best boy friend's bisexuality, Eddie becomes Gym Rat Moustache Edmundo Diaz for his Hot Sad Girl Summer slash living-romcom movie star debut slash coming out party slash G-rated friends-to-lovers fanfic adaptation.

[parvulous-writings]

Going to see if I can finish some self ship art today.... Wish me luck kfgkfhg

[ayyponine]

it's like whatever.. this time next week i'll be in a hot tub so

[larkwinged]

guess i gotta pull for anaxa now bc he freed my goat, tumblr user chokifandom 🗣️🗣️

[xoxoemynn]

❤️ Gentlebeard ❤️