#alex box

[speedyshark95]

Pt.4 (out of the 20) Albono :)

[stephreynaart]

Bit random but...Alex Hirsch refusing the clean the dust off his sticky hands!

His dusty dusty children

[gomzdrawfr]

Merry Christmas!! they're exchanging gifts by the tree :3

[yrsonpurpose]

I love that representation because I don't think anybody is just one thing, especially in 2024.

[aoi1dee]

tamarack and qiu arguing

gave up on tam's pajamas-

[firstxprince]

RWRB is a very serious movie made by very serious actors.

[freneticfloetry]

wip wednesday (firstprince project edition)

A few Fridays ago I teased the pet project that’s eaten every second of my free time for months. And in honor of the birth of everyone’s favorite obtuse fucking asshole, I’m posting a more formal sneak peek of the things coming very, very soon. Fellow FirstPrince peoples, may I humbly present the…

As I mentioned, this project is a collection of keepsakes and custom ephemera all about Alex and Henry. A full rundown of what’s included in both the Curated and Complete Collections will be available when the launch goes live, but here’s a closer look at some of the selections and a few details.

Both collections have custom components, including the ability to build your own charm bracelet and pick which signet ring you’d prefer (an accurate replica of the movie’s “H” monogram or a book-influenced Mountchristen-Windsor crest).

The ephemera included in each collection tells a story of its own, following major milestones in Alex and Henry’s relationship timeline from first meeting to happy ever after. The various pieces have been gold foiled, holo-stamped, custom-designed, painstakingly replicated, and professionally printed (because I’m extra like that).

The perishable items are paired off in the Curated Collection — you can choose between Henry’s Earl Grey and Alex’s obleas con cajeta, or Alex’s cinnamon-spiked Mexican coffee and Henry’s Jaffa Cakes. (The Complete Collection comes with all four.)

The veladora art comes courtesy of the impeccable @ambiguouspenny, who also did a very special second piece for the Complete Collection (which you can get a little glimpse of above).

There’s a stash of vintage Jane Austen hardcovers just waiting for that Henry Fox bookplate.

The sad thing is, this isn’t even everything. I can’t wait for y’all to see the pieces I’ve saved for the launch, and exactly where and how that second @ambiguouspenny piece comes into play.

Since this sneak peek is bowing on one March birthday, it seems only fitting to drop the full reveal for the other. Ordering will officially open on March 27th. I’m just wrapping up the last little housekeeping things (in other words, please stand by while I photograph all forty charm options individually), but If you’d like to be notified when the collections are live, please drop your email here. No spam, I promise.

It’s the final countdown! Happy birthday, Henry.

Just a little heads up for my known FirstPrince mutuals: @rmd-writes @welcometololaland @orchidscript @firstprince-history-huh @three-drink-amy @liminalmemories21 @anincompletelist @never-blooms

And big thanks to my Tarlos folks @nisbanisba @paperstorm @strandnreyes @bonheur-cafe @heartstringsduet @lemonlyman-dotcom @carlossreaders @whatsintheboxmh and @carlos-in-glasses for the WIP Wednesday tags today. 😘

[pukefactory]

haiii haii I've been loving like, LOVING ur writing and i want to request some headcanons of hoarder alex x reader!!! (romantic ofc)

any, give me any!!! and my. life is yours!!!!

ur amazing btw🫶🫶🫶🩷💥

-🩷💛🩵

AUTHOR’S NOTE

Rat ting for being so nice, my colourful Anon!

- SAINT RUNE

─── ⋆⋅ WASTE UNDER THE BRIDGE ⋅⋆ ──

⛧° Summary: A Compilation Of Romantic Headcanons Featuring Hoarder Alex X Reader

⛧° Character(s): Hoarder Alex (ENA: Dream BBQ)

⛧° Genre: Headcanons, SFW

⛧° Warning(s): None - Completely Safe!

⛧° Image Credits: @JoelG

⋆˙⟡ You find out he collects things not for their value, but because they once made someone feel something. He won’t tell you directly—it slips out one day while he’s ranting about “emotional tax” and how he “had to steal that cracked teacup because it was blushing when someone held it wrong.” When you realize he keeps your chewed pencil stub in a silk pouch next to a rusted brooch that “smelled like grief,” you understand he’s been hoarding you, too. He denies it. Loudly. Red-faced. Clutching his bag like a saint clutches a relic. But the pouch smells like your shampoo.

⋆˙⟡ Dates are spontaneous disasters. One time, you suggest a picnic. Hoarder Alex agrees—after packing his entire collection of expired coupons, bent nails, and a taxidermy lizard named Ernesto. He calls this his Emergency Emotional Buffer Kit. You end up sitting on a pile of newspapers from 1992 while he screams at the clouds about a dream he had where you left him for a lampshade. He swears it’s a premonition. You swear you like him. He turns pink and shushes you like he’s protecting a national secret.

⋆˙⟡ He absolutely does not get jealous. That’s ridiculous. He’s above that. Except when someone breathes within 10 feet of you. Then he’s clenching his trash bag like it’s a weapon and whispering things like “They’re mine, thief. Back off before I tax your aura.” You try not to laugh. You fail. He makes a wounded noise and calls you a heartless scoundrel. You kiss his snout and he forgets what he was mad about. (Until tomorrow. When he remembers. And sulks. With purpose.)

⋆˙⟡ He can’t sleep unless you’re holding onto something of his. A shoelace. A cassette tape. Once, he gave you a chipped tooth in a velvet box and whispered, “This… was from a duel. You may keep it. Just… sleep with it close.” You ask what the duel was about. He says “tax evasion” and refuses to elaborate. The tooth smells like peppermint and regret. You keep it on your nightstand anyway.

⋆˙⟡ When he’s sad, he talks to the things. You once caught him lecturing a crushed soda can about heartbreak. “They said they liked the way I yelled at traffic, and now—now they’re reading poetry to the park bench! The bench!” You step out of hiding and hand him a warm drink. He stares. Then mutters, “Stupid… beautiful… altruistic harpy…” before shuffling into your arms like a guilty, growling dog. You hold him until he stops mumbling.

⋆˙⟡ He has written at least seven dramatic farewell letters to you, each time he thinks you’re going to leave him. One is 18 pages long and includes a eulogy for himself written in third-person. You once tried to throw one away. He gasped like you’d burned down the Louvre and then recited the entire thing aloud. With tears. You now keep them all in a little binder labeled: “For When Alex is Feeling Theatrical.” He calls this treason. But he lets you do it.

⋆˙⟡ He made you a gift once. It was a sculpture of your silhouette—made entirely from melted lighters and bottle caps. It somehow looked… perfect. “I made it from the objects that looked at me wrong after I met you,” he says, grinning like a madman. “Now they’ll never forget you.” You’re not sure whether to kiss him or call a priest. You do both. He blushes for four hours.

⋆˙⟡ Hoarder Alex has a list of every nice thing you’ve ever said to him. It’s stored in a moldy journal marked CONFESSIONS AND UNPAID DEBTS. Occasionally, he’ll flip it open dramatically and reread them aloud when he’s feeling insecure. “June 3rd, you said I looked ‘chaotically charming.’ That was a lie, wasn’t it?! Don’t comfort me. It was a pity compliment.” You cradle his face and say it again. He screams into your shoulder like you stabbed him with love. You didn’t. Yet.

⋆˙⟡ Every time you touch him gently, he twitches like it’s the first time someone’s done that without trying to steal his stuff. You once brushed a leaf out of his ponytail and he went silent for a full minute. Then said, in a whisper, “That was illegal.” You said, “What?” He said, “You just vandalised my soul.” Then asked if you’d do it again.

⋆˙⟡ When you’re sad, he doesn’t comfort you in the traditional sense. No. He rants at the world on your behalf. “WHO HURT YOU?! I’LL STEAL THEIR DOORFRAME! I’LL PETITION THE SKY FOR A PERSONAL THUNDERSTRIKE!” Then he brings you something ridiculous—like a bent fork or a glitter-covered napkin—and says, “This reminded me of your anger. It deserves to be hoarded.” It always makes you laugh. Which he counts as a personal victory. His ears twitch. His chest swells. He says, “You’re welcome.” As if he didn’t just gift you a cursed spoon.

[hkthatgffan]

They're back from the dead after seeming to be gone for good!

"Gravity Falls: Don't Color This Book!: It's Cursed!" and "Happy Summerween! / The Convenience Store . . . of Horrors!" have been re-released & are now out. They're the first GF books to return from discontinuation!

You can buy both off Amazon or bookstore of your choice like Barnes and Noble, Indigo, etc.

Happy Summerween was the first ever Gravity Falls book made in 2014 and the coloring book was the last of the GF books made by crew members; being authored by @emmyc with illustrations by @aniramiart.

If you've not got either in your collection yet, now you finally can!

Something I'm curious about finding out when The Coloring Book is finally out tomorrow, is if the QR code to Soos Cast is still in it. It stopped working back in 2018 after DisneyNOW launched and even when it did, it was US only. So, there really is no reason for it to be in it.

Ideally, they should just reupload it to another site or location and make a new QR code that directs to it (and it's worldwide). Though, that may be asking more from Disney than we can expect.

Anyways, Soos Cast is up freely on YouTube.

[askmyfpeocs]

*Mr Nnedle stood in front of the twins for a bit, almost like he didn’t notice them at first (but I granted that he was just pretending not to notice them, being annoying as he is) but eventually his eyes moved to look at Ace and Alex in front of him, his hands clasp behind his back, and as he looked at them his already big and creepy smile on his face grew bigger*

Mr Nnedle: "Oh, well Hello there little ones"

*He said as he leaned forward a bit, almost in a polite-full way*

♠️:”Hi sir! Wow! You’re tall! Have you hit your head lots? 🐇:”WHAT IN SATANS UNHOLY NAME IS WRONG WITH YOU?!?! WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS ACE!!!!??! …sorry”

[my3rz]

`` Random User Boxes .ᐟ ,,

random user boxes i made for my friends !!! ^_^

the jaylex one is for: @internetdemon0 the jam one is for: @jaymerrickscamera and the nina hopkins one is for my sibling: @quinnieiswinning : 33

[a1exkra1ie]

our cursed creation is live. featuring @samesoftdreams, @markalovania & art from @multi-fandom-fan24 and @schizoid-marvin :))

[petiteclover]

ALEX CHILTON

Photo by Stephanie Chernikowski ca. 1987

[bellarkeselection]

for cole walter, could you do one where reader replaces jackie (so her fam died and she moved in with the walter’s) and cole doesn’t really like her. one day she gets a cold, and cole takes care of her (begrudgingly) and realizes she isn’t so bad 🫶🏼🥹

Cole Walter Does Care

Tag list- send me an ask to be added @cognacdelights @connieisthesun

I rolled over in my bed and felt a headache coming on the second I woke up which really sucked. Slowly sitting up I thought I would feel better that only seemed to make it worse. My nose was beginning to get stuffy and my throat felt dry. Footsteps came from the hallway and I heard whoever it was pause outside my door. “Hey Y/n, my mom is making breakfast. Woah you don’t look too good.”

“Thanks Alex - uh I didn’t know that.” I started coughing and then reached over needing to blow my nose into some tissues.

He entered my room with a sad expression. “I can get my mom to check you out if you want.”

“Please do.” I whimpered, sounding so helpless tugging the covers back over my chest.

He nodded, rushing out of the room and going downstairs to go get her. “On it, Y/n.” Once he was gone I yanked the coves over my head screaming and coughing into my blankets.

“Sounds like there’s a dying angry animal in here. Oh no sorry it’s just you Y/n.” I noticed the voice of Cole who when I peaked my head above the blanket saw that he was leaning in my doorway.

Grumbling under my breath I really wasn’t in the mood for his teasing. “Go away Cole. I’m not feeling good and you’ll just make it worse.”

“Ah now I’m offended since most people find my company to be quite enjoyable.” He walked into my bedroom sitting down on the side of my bed moving the cover down from my eyes so he could see some of my face.

“Well I d-don’t-“ I attempted to say but another coughing fit had to hit me right before his mother and Alex came back into my bedroom.

Catherine sat down and pushed Cole off the bed, putting a hand to my forehead. “Oh you're burning up. You'll just have to stay in bed today and miss the fair.”

“Okay Skylar and Tara won't be happy.” I responded in a tired breath.

She shakes her head eyeing her older son. “I'm sure they'll understand honey. Cole, I need you to stay and take care of her.”

“What the hell!” He raised his voice, accidentally cursing at his mother.

I sat upright on the pillows but had a coughing fit as a result. “No! He doesn't need to be here…”

“This is not up for discussion. Y/n you are really sick and Cole you will be staying home to take care of her. Because you're grounded after we found out you were sneaking girls out of the house. Come on, Alex.” She got to her feet and she left with Alex following her downstairs leaving us alone in my bedroom together.

Laying my head back down on the pillows I yanked the covers over my head screaming into it until Cole made a comment. “Don't think I'm happy about this either.”

“Oh sure. I'm sorry my illness prevented you from hooking up with Erin or Olivia or Paige!” I snapped at him.

His green eyes glared at me. “You don't have the right to judge my life.”

“Neither do you about me then!” I growled turning my back towards him.

Cole watched me for a little while hearing me doze off for a few hours of sleep. He sure found you annoying at times but there was something about you that he liked. It was the fact that you fought with him over the most ridiculous stuff. Most girls just fell at his beck and call except you. He walked around the room noticing a notebook laying on the desk. “Y/n's diary…hmm. I can't deny that I may have feelings for Cole even though he drives me nuts.” He debated reading it but when he flipped to one of the middle he heard you groan waking up.

“Cole, I'm gonna puke.” I moaned, struggling to get out from under the blankets.

He dropped the book rushing over to me, he put one arm underneath my shoulder and the other under the back of my knees carrying me through the door and across to the bathroom on this floor. “I've got ya…I've got ya.” He reassured me when I collapsed onto my knees puking in the toilet.

I felt one of his hands holding my hair back and the other was rubbing my back till I was finished. “Thanks Cole…”

“You’re welcome. See I'm not a total asshole.” He responded sitting across from me on the floor. His honey blonde hair was tossed and in his eyes like always.

Hugging my knees to my chest, my hair was a wreck and my nose was red. I looked like a complete mess and I didn't care for it one bit. His green eyes remained on me before I asked him not to handle the silence well. “If you wanna say something to me just go on and get it out, Walter.”

“I read part of your diary after you fell asleep. I know how you feel about me and honestly I'm shocked given how I've treated you.” He shrugged his shoulders like it was just a casual thing to say to someone.

I raised my voice in frustration grabbing a tissue when I had to sneeze two or three times. “You read my diary! Cole, you have no right to that. How much did you read - god I want to crawl in a hole now I'm so embarrassed.” Covering my face that was red as a tomato avoiding his gaze.

“Aren't you going to ask me how I felt about it?” Cole questioned with a curious look on his face.

Knitting my brows at the former star football player. “You’re telling me you have a crush on me. Yeah right. I'll believe it in another universe.”

“Do you believe me when I do this?” He shifted onto his knees coming closer to me.

Lifting my head up he cut my question off. “What are you doing-” His lips landed right on mine. Cole scooted closer and placed his hands on either side of my face. I wanted to push him away because I was sick and two because he shouldn't even couldn’t really be kissing me now.

Trailing my hands up his chest my arms wrapped around his neck and he moaned into the kiss after we had gotten closer. Cole tugged me up to sit down on his lap wrapping his arms around my waist holding me close to his chest as possible. “Cole, stop - Cole stop. We can’t be doing this.” Pushing my hands on his chest he drew back confused.

“Because you're sick. I don't care about that. I just needed you to know that I actually care about you, Y/n.” He declared still cupping my face on his hands green eyes so focused on me.

Moving one hand through his honey hair, my other drops to his shoulder blade. “I can't believe it, Cole Walter has a crush on me. Here I was thinking you hated me.” I chuckled with a half grin.

“Why did you think I only picked on you when you first got here. I figured you had a thing for bad guys in you somewhere. Just had to bring it out of ya, darling.” Cole tucked hair behind my ear before he could hear a lot of footsteps heading up the wooden stairs outside the shut bathroom door.

“What do we - uh do!” I sneezed where Cole gave me a tissue and I wiped my nose watching him get to his feet.

He scooped me up bridal style once more where I wrapped my arms around his neck enjoying the feeling of being in his arms like this. “Don't worry, we'll go to my room. They all know better than to go in there…now where we're we?” He carried me quickly out and into his room, closing and locking the door.

“Cole, I'm nowhere near ready for that kind of thing. Sorry if that disappoints you.” I apologize for crawling under the covers on his bed, blushing a deep shade of red.

He kicked off his shoes and got in beside me, gently pushing my head down in the crock of his neck so I would fall asleep. “I don't care about sleeping with you yet. I just wanted to see you blush.”

“Cole!” I punched his chest hearing him laugh and it was music to me considering he rarely ever laughs.

He kissed the crown of my head and watched my eyes begin to close shut. “I'm just playing with ya, Y/n. Now get some rest.” I closed my eyes and looped my hand with his freehand that wasn't playing with hair to make me dose off in his arms.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[love-triangles-au]

I love how Venuz turns Bill into a kitten, it's so cute 🥺🥺🥺

Oh it's not even Venuz! Bill's race is just kinda like that

Kryptos does it, too!

~ Mod Emily 🦇

[aoi1dee]

idk if ur still doing the prompts but qiu trying to skateboard 😛

alex can skateboard in step 2- so i took the opportunity...