#MY BOYF !!!

[ricky-olson]

#no, followers, i will never be over this look.

[mackeralsauce]

so eepy,,, so tired,,

had the bestest time with @soda-sparkss today though >:] eepover

[ceruleansol]

Info on Luka for fanfic purposes 👀

[venusandsaturnsrings]

foxtaru… puppytaru… both great tarus but which one remains superior?? INCELTARU he’s my fav still and i realize i’ve never actually posted extensive headcanons abt him do y’all want them i love him he’s my little stinky guy…

[thegroovywitch]

✨ Him ✨

[xxbimbobunnyxx]

“Bats” okay good. Yeah…yeah you can choke me. I-I like it pretty hard though. What else do you want? Anything, really. I’m all yours beautiful. -Jonathan

Oh my GODDDD. I’m melting. Truly. I’m a puddle on the ground. You’re too good to me.

What else do I want? Hmmm I feel like I’ve made plenty of requests for now.. what do you want?🤭

[genderisdeadinthezones]

in this life its just me and my “please call gabe saporta” shirt against the world

[whattheheckisatazelwurm]

He's sooooooo loser and cute and nerdy and sweet and cringefail. I desire him carnaly.

[keeleyy333]

he makes me go feral

[tw0-player-game]

if i had the ability to make my brain animatics real i would be unstoppable

[reity]

THE WAY HE CALLS ME LOVE AAAAAAUAUUUYGGAHAUGAVHAUGHHHHGUHAGAHABUHAGGAHGGHGHHHHHHHBAAAUGH

[parisoonic]

People in glass houses Heavy...

[huustlecat]

rikki please lose that number

[jajanvm-imbi]

Jaja lol they're iconic for a reason

(I wanted to make my own version of this post but with more pairings lmao)

[jellyfish-rabbit-bear]

Yesterday I put a worm back in the dirt since it had crawled onto the concrete, and I told my boyfriend about it and he said, "May he go in peace and work the earth."

[ghouljams]

You know Ghost has to be the best fucking pillow. He's a giant of a man, beefy and strong, with a nice warm layer of softness covering his muscles. He's a radiator of heat. Laying on the couch, can hardly fund one that's long enough his feet don't hang off the edge, you just want to drape yourself on top of him. Snoozing against his chest, your legs tangled with his, he drags his fingers up and down your spine soothing you deeper to sleep.

Sleep is so hard for Ghost to come by, but he's happy to be of service for you. And maybe he even finds himself dozing, his fingers trailing slower and slower until his head drops to the side, his eyes too heavy to keep open any longer. He naps on the couch with you, snoring as you raise and lower with each intake of breath into his barrel chest. Neither of you have ever been safer, neither of you less alone, neither of you have slept better than you do right now.