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[oceans-beloved]

More memes as promised~ ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

[tmorc]

checking out this scheduling feature, lmk if it works

[some-greatreward]

(via fuckyeahhippysson-blog)

[oceans-beloved]

Today I bring you memes~!

Tomorrow I shall bring you.....EVEN MORE MEMES MUHAHAHAHA >:3

[sapphic-pagan]

im having protective friend withdrawals so have some jonathan being a damn good brother.

Will had been acting strange. Not his usual kind of strange, and not the unusual kind either. It was something Jonathan had never seen from him before. He remembered what it was like, being that age– it wasn’t all that long ago that he himself went through the toils of a pubescent teen boy, but Will wasn’t just any teenage boy. 

On the days when Will didn’t want to leave his room, Jonathan knew he wasn’t just holed up looking at dirty magazines like any other fourteen-year-old. A knock at Will’s bedroom door in the morning didn’t come with a panicked angsty response, but an empty one. One that sounded like his brother was only half-there, not really wanting to be pulled back into the real world. And Jonathan was tired. He was tired of being just an older brother, a nuisance to the sad, scared kid on the other side of that door. The kid was obviously depressed, being transplanted halfway across the country, away from his friends and his home– whether that home had ever done him any good or not– and Jonathan hurt inside when he thought of how lost he had felt before he found Argyle. How lost he still felt, without Nancy. Will didn’t deserve to feel that way, not if Jonathan had anything to do with it.

“Hey, you want some breakfast?” Jonathan’s knock on the door went unanswered. He knew he’d have to be awake, it was almost noon.

“I was thinking omelets. That sound okay to you?”

Silence, again. The door creaked as he pushed it open a few more inches and peered around it, taking in the lanky figure beneath the covers, only a mop of hair showing at the top of them. Any other day, Jonathan would’ve turned around and continued on with his morning, pushing his brother’s quiet suffering to the back of his mind and waiting for Will to come to him about it, but it had been months of this. So fuck it, he just went in, awkward conversations be damned.

He stood a few feet inside the doorway, waiting a moment before breaking the silence a third time, 

“Will, come on man, talk to me,” he pleaded as casually as he could manage.

Finally, Will pushed the covers off his face, turning his head only slightly towards his brother and mumbling, “I’m not hungry, thanks.”

Jonathan’s arms crossed, he hesitantly moved to sit at the foot of the bed, hoping it would prompt Will to at least sit up, and it did. He lifted himself to lean against his pillows, looking tired and a little confused at the intrusion. 

“What’s up, Jon?” he sighed.

“I dunno man, you tell me,” Jonathan tried, “something’s obviously wrong with you. You know you can tell me stuff.”

Will’s eyes darted to his knees which he’d pulled up towards his chest, and Jonathan saw the discontent they held, pushing a little harder, “You’ve never been very good at hiding things.”

That got a small chuckle and an eye roll out of Will, who still clearly wasn’t going to talk. Jonathan could see that he wanted to though, by the way he fidgeted with the edge of the sheets and kept his face pointed down. So he pushed again.

“Look, Will, things have been tough for me out here too. It’s probably not the same for you, but at least let me try to listen.”

Will’s head rolled back to look at his invisible ceiling fan, and his eyes were glossy and Jonathan knew he wanted to say something, but he still couldn’t fathom what. 

“Is it Mike?” Will pinched his eyes shut at the mention of his friend’s name, so Jonathan kept talking, “I know you miss your friends, but maybe you should–”

“No!” Will snapped, reaching out and grabbing his brother’s arm, “I can’t- that’s just not it,” he trailed off and loosened his grip.

Jonathan watched as his brother continued thinking so loudly, tears threatening to fall down the boy’s face until it was impossible not to almost yell at him, “Then what is it, Will? You’ve been like this for so long, and it’s obviously about someone, so what is going on,” he reached out and held Will by his shoulders and he could feel them tensed, “that’s so bad you can’t tell me?” 

And then he saw it. The fear and longing in his brother’s eyes. He recognized it, but he couldn’t quite tell why.

“Will, please,” his voice gentler than before, “you can tell me anything.”

The tears started falling and Will didn’t try to hide them, but he never had been one to do that anyway. He looked at Jonathan so scared, and nearly whimpered, “Don’t make me say it. I can’t say the words,” before it all crumbled down and he fell against Jonathan’s shoulder, and Jonathan knew. 

It was Mike, the fear and the longing, it was for Mike. A twinge of guilt hit him in the chest as he wrapped his arms around the scared, broken little kid before him. Jonathan was sure he looked dumbfounded but somehow he didn’t feel it. He thought, maybe he had known this already, the words his brother couldn’t say, but what had taken him so long to figure it out?

A rough hand found its place comfortingly atop Will’s head.

“You love him?” the words came out quiet, but more sure of himself than he’d thought they would be. 

Then came an almost undetectable nod from Will, and a heavy sob, and the kid was finally letting out what had been eating him up for months. Jonathan didn’t know what else to do now, what did people normally do when this kind of thing happened? And then he remembered, normal just wasn’t a thing in their lives. He assured himself that whatever he did, it would be right. It would be what Will needed, what kept him safe. 

So he hugged his brother together and whispered against the top of his head, “I know, it’s okay,” and he knew that was right.

[tmorc]

damn the porn bots don’t even have links in their bios anymore they’re just in it for love of the game

[kimseokjinn]

[ofmusicandmagic-a]

Well, technically since they were in the Dreamscape she couldn't get hurt, could she? He knew The Family always said you couldn't die in the Dreamscape, but he wasn't sure if you could get hurt.

"If you say so," he said with a chuckle. He took the darts and waited for her to get ready. He really did have very little experience with this sort of thing; he had done other things for fun as a kid. Still, she was enthusiastic about this.

So he took the first dart in his left hand and threw, in theory aiming for one of the balloons.

"Don't you worry at all! Just try your hardest to hit the balloons with these darts! I'll also do my utmost to assist! Each balloon is full of something extra special, and the more balloons you pop the more points you get!"

Creme fastened a few balloons to different parts of her outfit, and stood in front of the board she used for this trick. Standing perfectly still, with her arms outstretched, she waited patiently. "And don't worry, I've never been hurt by this trick before! So just throw!"

[oceans-beloved]

Made these a while back for random discord shenanigans, thought I'd post them here too🤭

My wife's so brave!! I'm so proud of him *wipes tears* 🥹🩷🩷

(Pssst....If you like RH come join us at the server!!! It's so fun and cozy!!!)

[targentis]

Skott for Interview Magazine || April 21, 2017

[kimseokjinn]

hobi x yellow