#r.c

[blank-and-ocs]

Incorrect quotes

_____________________________________________________________ Ryuco: nothing feels better than winning monopoly. not love, not free pizza, nothing!

R.C: i’m sorry, have you tried pizza?

Ryuco: yes, and it doesn’t compare to owning half the board and watching the light die from your friend’s eyes as you take their money and feel your friendship slowly deteriorate.

Shiloh:

Shiloh: i like you. _____________________________________________________________

Past!Yuu: when i said 'bring me back something from the beach' i was thinking more like a seashell... Past!Dest: *in her dragon form carrying a flailing Past!Shiloh in his kelpie form* Past!Ryuco: it might've been helpful if you said that before hand...

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R.C: i’m the real R.C!

fake!R.C: no, I’m the real R.C!

Ryuco: who do we believe?

Dest: only one way to tell. what’s 7x4?

fake!R.C: 28!

Dest: *immediately smacks her with a foldable chair* Dest: wrong answer.

Yuu: what…? 7x4 is 28.

Dest: yeah, but she didnt do the finger thing.

R.C: *mumbling to herself while counting with her fingers*

R.C: 28! ____________________________________________________________ Yuu: look at those idiots *insert Ace, Deuce, Grim and R.C running away from Ryuco after messing up a potion and making him loose his voice while Dest is cackling and recording it all with Shiloh* Yuu: shit those are my idiots-

[lauraballard]

trio ship dynamic thing I found!! because I'm an annoying little oc shipper, sheet made by @weinmondnacht

[blank-and-ocs]

Blank: on the behalf of the ramshackle students, hello and welcome to the chaos that is NRC *insert Ryuco chasing down Gremlin who somehow got high of of medicine, R.C sitting on the floor with a watching a spinning top with swirls, Grim raiding the cupboards only to fall down, Yuu tripping on a step and Dest eating marshmallows while looking at a gemstone floating around in a bubble*

lol i recently found out abt twst rp blogs (like i knew they were a thing but i just got into it recently) and now everyday my fyp is like a sitcom with occasional murder

[rafescolors]

meeting dad!rafe and his baby girl.

𖹭 pairing: rafe x reader.

𖹭 summary: you meet rafe while his baby is crying and you offer your help.

𖹭 tags: fluff, au, rafe's a girl dad.

𖹭 warnings: one mention of postpartum depression (mentally ill girlies let's go), suggestive stuff at the end.

𖹭 other: fem!reader, reader doesn't like the idea of pregnancy but feels insanely attracted to dad!rafe.

tis what happens when u have baby fever thinking about rafe cameron being a girl dad but detest the thought of actually having babies. not proofread<3

act: i have no idea how babies work please excuse any inaccuracies.

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USUALLY, YOUR FIRST INSTINCT WHEN ENCOUNTERING A BABY IS RUNNING AWAY. You know you are not meant to be pregnant and have a baby, the risk of postpartum depression too big to take it. And also, you are kind of really fucking bad with them. They stared, you did, they cried, you looked away. Rinse and repeat.

And yet, when you see a big, tall guy with a tiny baby in his arms, crying like it's getting mauled, you can't help yourself: you walk closer to him, his misty, desperate eyes waking something in you.

"Hey, can I help you with something?," you whisper gently. "'M kinda bad with babies, but I can try. I'm also great at following directives."

He looked up, his watery eyes meeting yours.

"She's- she's been crying non-stop for like half an hour. I think she's hungry, but I forgot her formula, and I can't take her to some local grocery store, they death glared me when I tried, but I don't have anyone to look after her."

You hum, nodding at his rapid words.

"I could grab the formula. Or the baby, if you show me how to-" You make a gesture indicating having a baby in your arms. "It'd be safer for me to buy the formula, though." You frown, thoughts going to dark places about people trusting their kids with strangers.

He starts nodding, clearly relieved. "Give me your number. I'll send you a picture of her usual formula and a B and C option."

You smile at him, grabbing his offered phone and typing both your number and name. When he sees it, he says it softly, like tasting the way it sounds from his lips.

Your heart skips a beat.

He smiles brightly at you.

"Thanks, sweetheart," he kind of purrs, the name softly rolling from his tongue. You shiver.

With a dazed nod, you walk towards the closest grocery store and look for any option. Finding none, you huff and try two more of them before you finally find one of the options.

You brandish it as if it's a prize, smiling at him.

"Here! Do you have where to make it? I live a few blocks from here if you don't."

He smiles, relieved, and nods at you. "Yeah, please. You're an angel."

You blush before turning around and guiding him to your place. It's a little two bedroom with a small private yard. You enter the place, giggling when your puppy jumps up at you. "Hey, girl, down, we have visits." You let him in.

"I'm Rafe, by the way," he mumbles, his eyes looking around at your home.

You hum in acknowledgement, pointing him to your favorite reading couch, knowing it's soft and cushiony and the best place to sit on.

Yet he stands there, his expression thoughtful. "Would you mind looking after her?," he whispers over his baby's cries. You blink up at him, confused. "I have to make the formula. It's a specific heat and all that, so it's safer if I make it."

You look down, frowning, realizing you hadn't even thought about it. With a firm nod, you walk towards your couch and sit, making grabby hands in his direction. "Please feel free to accommodate, I don't have the slightest idea of how to grab babies so small."

He chuckles, his eyes softening when he looks down at his baby.

With a nod, he walks towards you, moving the baby to one arm while using the other to move yours around until they're in the perfect position. You hold your breath, gently grabbing the baby, scared you'll hurt her. He stands behind you, his arms wrapping around yours in a way that makes your breath quicken, tightening your grip and accommodating the baby's head on your arms.

"Keep her head up," he whispers in your ear, making you shiver. "Be gentle but firm. She won't break." You nod silently, scared of moving.

He chuckles at the image you make, gripping the baby with scared and wide eyes.

He hums while making the formula, checking on you with quick glances. You sit still, not even breathing too deeply, the baby looking up at you with wide and curious eyes while she sniffles lowly, not crying bloody murder anymore. You think it's because the curiosity trumped her hunger. You keep your eyes on her, both of you staring at the other, and strangely, you feel yourself relaxing, gently moving one hand until you can tap her little hand that's on her mouth. "Hi, there, little lady," you whisper.

She blinks up at you with big blue eyes, and you can't help but smile when realizing they're the same ones as his dad's.

"Oh, you're cute," you whisper in a small whine. "I usually think babies are ugly, you know?" You keep talking to her as if she understands you, as if she's a fully grown human being. She garbles in response. "Oh, yeah, you're really cute, actually. It's strange."

You hear someone chuckling and gasp from surprise, yet your body doesn't move an inch in your attempt to not let the baby fall.

"She likes you," Rafe murmurs in your ear, his hot breath tickling your skin. "She's never stared at someone so hard, you know?" Your breath hitches at his proximity.

"Babies kinda stare at me a lot. But then they cry. 'S weird she's not crying."

He laughs softly, his arms wrapping around you again before he lifts his daughter from your arms.

"Seems like she really likes you, then."

You stand up abruptly once she's in his arms, your eyes following the way he walks around your small living room, lightly patting her back. He reaches for the baby bottle, shushing her when she cries out softly and grabs for it, gently moving it in the right position so she can suck. Your breath catches in your throat, the image in front of you so domestic and hot at the same time. How is it possible that being so gentle with his baby makes this man ten times hotter? The way his biceps bunch under his clothes, his strong forearms around the baby's small body, his big hand wrapping around the whole baby bottle. You squirm a bit in your place, feeling something you've never felt before.

Fuck, you're attracted to a dad.

He's so big yet so gentle yet so strong yet so soft and it's making your head dizzy. You clench one of your hands in a fist.

"You're staring," he smirks, arrogant.

You blush, huffing. "Baby's cute."

He snorts. "I think you're staring at her cute dad," he teases you.

With a roll of your eyes, you cross your arms.

"'M just ovulating, probably," you grumble, feeling too vulnerable under his knowing, intense stare.

He laughs, the baby in his arms moving with his body, yet never getting her grip off the bottle.

"Ovulating you say? Means you want a baby and a baby daddy?"

You chew on your bottom lip, eyes crinkling with a smile.

"Maybe," you mumble softly, looking up at him through your eyelashes.

Who the fuck cares, that man is hot, and has a kid, and he's very soft and gentle with her and you don't see a ring on his finger. And you just know if he was with someone she would never let him out of her sight with a baby in his arms. Women go crazy over dads.

You included, it seems. For this specific dad.

"Don't actually wanna be pregnant, but maybe I'd like the act of trying," you shrug nonchalantly.

His grin turns wolfish.

"Well, sweetheart, you're in luck. 'Cause this baby daddy would really like to try to get a pretty girl like you pregnant."

You blush, giggling and squirming in your place. "Jesus, explicit much?"

He laughs, throwing his head back and baring a strong, wide neck you just want to kiss and bite all over.

"Oh, angel. I can be way more explicit. Can't, though. My baby girl here is an innocent bystander."

You huff. "Yeah, wouldn't want her to know her daddy is thinking dirty thoughts," you tease him.

He smirks at you, eyes dark. "Wouldn't want that."

You look to your side, hiding a smile.

"Are you here for some vacation or to stay?," you ask quietly, your eyes darting to the way his baby blinks up sleepily at him, her grip on the bottle slacking with the last drops of milk.

He hums, walking closer to you until you feel both his and his baby's body heat from the little space between you.

"To stay. Why?" His question is said in a rough, low tone, his voice scratching some part of your brain that makes it go a bit hazy.

"We could see each other again?," you ask hopefully.

His eyes scan you from head to toe, slowly and heatedly. "I'd like that, baby," he purrs.

Your heart skips a bit, the baby's small yawn waking you from the trance he has you on. You jump a bit.

"She's done."

He smiles. "Yeah, would you mind me staying a bit? The hotel's check in is a bit later."

You nod your head before he can even finish. "You can," you say breathlessly.

With a sharp smile, he throws the bottle towards the big couch in the middle of your home, his hand sliding towards your face, gently tracing your cheekbone.

"Great. Maybe we could get to that baby making stuff. Without an actual baby resulting from it," he wiggles his eyebrows.

You laugh, turning red. You can't believe you said that and he just rolled with it.

With a small nod, you agree. "Yeah, maybe."

[gameraboy2]

"Granite Reef" Arizona Highways, February 1947 Photography by R. C. Proctor

[therogerclarkfanclub]

Nothing to see y'all.

It's just Hosea Matthews being a bad ass.

Again.

[blank-and-ocs]

incorrect quotes pt2

R.C: If you had to choose between Yuu and all the money I have in my wallet, which would you choose? Ryuco: That depends, how much money are we talking about? Yuu: Ryuco! R.C: 63 cents. Ryuco: …I’ll take the money. Yuu: RYUCO!!! _____________________________________________________________ Police: You’re under arrest for trying to carry three people on a single motorcycle. R.C, with Yuu and Shiloh behind them: Wait, what do you mean THREE?! Police: Yes…three. R.C: Oh, my God— What the fuck!? Police: Wha- R.C: Dest FUCKING FELL OFF! _____________________________________________________________ Dest: English is CRAZY. Oregano is both a spaghetti leaf topping and a form of paper art! Ryuco: What is this "paper art" you speak of? Dest: That shit where you make cranes and stuff out of folded paper! Ryuco: … Dest. ____________________________________________________________ Yuu: Time for plan G. Ryuco: Don’t you mean plan B? Yuu: No, we tried plan B a long time ago. I had to skip over plan C due to technical difficulties. R.C: What about plan D? Yuu: Plan D was that desperate disguise attempt half an hour ago. Dest: What about plan E? Yuu: I’m hoping not to use it. Shiloh dies in plan E. Shiloh: I like plan E.....wait what- ____________________________________________________________ Yuu: Well please don’t let Dest do anything stupid… R.C: Stupid by my standards or yours? Yuu: Yuu: Stupid by my mother’s standards. R.C: Smart. Dest will live longer. ___________________________________________________________ Shiloh: *holding a salt packet* It’s just a little sodium chloride. R.C: Actually Shiloh, it’s salt. Shiloh: That’s what I said, sodium chloride. R.C: Uh Shiloh, that would be salt. R.C: *takes salt packer from Shiloh* This is iodized table salt, which in addition to sodium chloride contains anti-caking agents and potassium iodate, which is added to prevent iodine deficiency. So not only are you being overly pretentious by insisting on using scientific terminology for everyday items, you are factually wrong. Your arrogance is your downfall, you annoying little shit. ____________________________________________________________ Shiloh: What does a winner do when life gives them lemons? Ryuco: Um, make lemonade? Shiloh: No, they squeeze them right back into life’s eyes! ____________________________________________________________ Yuu: Wake me up- R.C: Before you go go Shiloh: When September ends Dest: WAKE ME UP INSIDE ___________________________________________________________ R.C, bleeding out on the ground: Blood loss? No, I know exactly where it is.

[lauraballard]

alsooo I don't think this is quite in character for ballard but in my head they mirror house sooo bad. I would want them to mirror house in the way the show attempts to do foreman's "turning into house" arc (because foreman never actually felt like house. in his ethics maybe but house's attitude is part of what makes him Him. so without foreman's personality shifting to fit I just don't feel like the comparison fits him). because ballard is already witty and sarcastic and has a disability that causes chronic pain. so really all the pieces are there. all that exposition to say that I want ballard and chase to recreate that scene where chase punches house. I don't think it would happen in their story but god I think it would be so good.

[blank-and-ocs]

Shiloh: if you still have the curse could you give it to R.C? i want to see how many animals i can make join her arm- i mean follow her around

Can I just bap someone here to pass my blue jay curse???

I'm open to suggestions on who to pass it on towards

[mudsychronicles]

Kind of dumb comic based on a text interaction that i thought was very og gb and and wembley gb core and also uuhhhhh here (throws some doodles at you) (It's mainly just the Cheater Trio being mean to each other LMAOOO)

[rafescolors]

rafe and you discover something new.

MDNI.

𖹭 tags/cw: piv, soft!dom!rafe vibes, first time reader gets into a Headspace, soft!shy!reader, oral fixation, early stage rel.

𖹭 other: i hope u guys like it:) it's honestly my first time writing cis-straight smut lmao. not proofread (not beta we die like [redacted]), constructive criticism's always welcome<3 enjoy ya lil freaks.

yo this was longer than i expected, my bad. (it was supposed to be a blurb;-;)

Face hidden on his shoulder, you whimpered at his slow, deep thrusts. It was still new for you —sex, and sex with Rafe. You still felt shy, a bit embarrased at every noise you made, every bit of pleasure you felt when you two were in the throes of passion. But Rafe never let you overthink it, never let you get in your head about it, whispering soft reassurances and sweet nothings to distract you.

Like right now. It's like he had a sixth sense, always knowing when you were thinking too hard. With a soft groan, he left a sweet, chaste kiss on your shoulder before pushing up on his elbows, gently grabbing your chin to make you look into his eyes. Blushing bright red, you looked up at him, heart fluttering in your chest when your eyes met.

"You're doing so good, angel," he whispered, brushing his thumb against your cheek. You swallowed, a small sound leaving your lips even when you pressed them tightly. He shushed you gently, knowing what that sound meant. "C'mon, baby, let go for me." His thumb slid across your lips, plump and sensitive from all the kissing you've done before and the way you kept biting them. His nail caught your bottom lip and tugged a little.

You gasped at the sensation. While you had made love a few times, it was still new enough that had never happened in the middle of sex. It was a new feeling, his thumb against your lips while he fucked you deeply, the slight bite of his short nail on the sensitive skin of the inside of your mouth when his thick cock moved against your tight walls. You felt yourself clench around him, mouth parting with a breathy whine. His hips stuttered on their rhythm at the feeling of your tightening core, unintentionally thrusting harder, much harder than he ever did.

Whining, you instinctively tried to bite on your bottom lip to muffle your sound, but with Rafe's thumb still over it, your teeth connected with it, accidentally taking him into your mouth.

This was new.

His groan was deep and rumbly, blue eyes darkening at the sight of your lips wrapped around his finger, teeth sinking into the soft flesh. He thrust harder, this time purposely, and your back arched off his bed, while you bit harshly into his thumb.

"Fuck, angel," he moaned, and you squirmed, all those new sensations making the edges of your vision blurry.

The only thing you ever had in your mouth was his tongue, so the feeling of his finger against the wet, sensitive skin inside made you feel a bit lightheaded, enough that you experimentally clamped your lips around the appendage while your teeth stopped biting into his skin. He growled, hips snapping harder, causing you to whimper softly, eyes fluttering closed.

It's like everything was ten times more intense once everything was dark.

Hands scrambling for purchase, you let your lips slide against his thumb, first like you were going to let it go, before you sucked it inside your mouth again, and Rafe seemed to understand what was happening before you did, because he slowly pumped his finger inside and brushed the rough pad of his thumb against your tongue. You whined, high in your throat, a sob climbing up.

His breath suddenly tickled your ear, before he purred into it. "Can I try something, baby?"

A bit gone, you nodded enthusiastically, never letting him go.

He thrust again, hard, deep, and at the same time, he moved his thumb deeper into your mouth, and when his cock slid against your walls until only his head was inside your core, his thumb mirrored the action, hooking into your teeth the way his cockhead hooked into your rim.

You sobbed, head going fuzzy with the double feeling, and you could feel him smirk against your ear. "So good for me, angel."

The words only made you float more, and you blinked your eyes open. When Rafe saw your eyes glazed over, like you were not entirely there, he swore under his breath, snapping his hips at the same time he fucked into your mouth.

He kept repeating the motion, fucking into your cunt and into your mouth at the same time in a way that made your head all floaty and spacey, feeling like you were wrapped in cotton. You could barely understand the words leaving his mouth, catching strays so good, such a pretty angel, my good girl that caused you to eagerly start to suck his thumb each time he pushed inside, which heightened the sensation he was already provoking with each slide against your insides. Your mouth was so sensitive, and you had never realized, not until this moment, not until he was harshly fucking it with his thumb, making you feel like you were floating on cotton candy.

You could feel tears gathering in your eyes, high and whiny sounds being ripped out your throat each time he thrust into you, both your cunt and your mouth, the rough slide of his cock against your walls making you see stars. You couldn't speak, couldn't think, for the first time in your life openly and shamelessly moaning, eyes locked with his while he ruined you in ways you didn't know was possible.

Rafe smirked, looking like the cat that ate the canary, sweet, filthy things leaving his lips in such a soft tone that you floated higher and higher and higher.

"That's it, baby, that's it. Let go for me, c'mon, angel," he whispered, fucking you harder, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling your ears, so obscene yet you couldn't care less.

You couldn't care less. It was something you had never experienced, this shameless enjoyment of sex, of something as dirty as Rafe fucking you into the mattress while his thumb fucked into your mouth. He was always sweet, slow, making you reach your high with sweet praises and soft reassurances, slowly building up to it, but in that moment? In that moment, you felt your high creep up on you fast and hard, leaving you breathless with anticipation.

And like always, it's like Rafe could read your mind and body even better than you did.

He smiled wickedly, going deeper and harder, never taking his eyes off of you.

"You close, baby? Huh? Will you come for me, angel? Let go all prettily for me?" His thrusts became almost violent, his hips surely going to bruise your skin with how hard they slapped against your ass. Your hands lost all their strength, slowly sliding down his chest until they limply lay over his stomach, only supported by your own tummy. You could feel his hard muscles straining with each snap of his hips, and you whimpered around his thumb, sucking him like he was your favorite lollipop, everything he was doing at that moment feeding into your incoming high.

Gently, he tapped your cheek with his pointer finger.

"Will you let me try something else, angel?" His words came out strained, like he was holding back.

You nodded, mindlessly.

"Need you to open your mouth for me, sweet thing. Let it hang open, yeah? I'll make you feel better, I promise."

With how floaty you felt, you simply let his thumb go with a pop, mouth hanging open for him.

He squeezed his eyes shut, stopping for a few seconds while buried deep inside you.

You whined, and if you weren't so gone, you would've been embarrassed by how pathetic you sounded.

He kissed your forehead.

"Sh, sh, baby, wait a sec, yeah? I need-" He grunted, his cock twitching inside you. "I need a sec," he said from gritted teeth, his jaw clenched as tightly as his eyes were closed.

You wiggled, searching for the friction that along with his finger inside your mouth made you this mindless, shameless thing whose only goal was to cum, head empty of everything but the man before you.

His hips snapped.

"Shit, angel, need you to calm down, okay?"

You sobbed, lip wobbling. If you had the wits, you would've said something, but it was like the only thing you could do with your mouth was suck on his fingers, no words able to leave you.

Gulping, he looked into your hazy eyes.

With a shaky exhale, he took his thumb from your mouth, and before you could complain about the loss, he slid two thick, long fingers inside your mouth.

"Keep it open," he rasped.

You obeyed.

He started sliding his fingers in and out, the rough pads going from the farthest part of your tongue they could touch before you gagged, to the soft, sensitive flesh of your lips after hooking on your lower teeth.

You blinked up at him, eyes half lided, breath slowing down and mind going empty again.

Thoughtlessly, you tilted your chin up, pushing your tongue against your lips, leaving your mouth at his mercy.

With a groan and a mumbled fuck, he kept fucking your mouth, the new position making you whine and close your eyes softly, the high he interrupted slowly building up again.

As if he knew, he started thrusting into you again, slow, deep and rough, the last few inches of his cock slamming inside you before slowly dragging against your walls out, repeating the action while he brushed the pads of his fingers against your lips and your tongue.

His rhythm started to build up again, until he was snapping his hips as hard as before, fingers going a bit slower inside your mouth. Whining, you sinked your nails into his stomach, his muscles jumping at the bite. He moaned loudly, fucking your mouth a bit deeper, making you gag and whine and tears slip out your closed eyes, yet you only opened your mouth bigger, arching your back, the angle of his thrusts shifting until he was slamming against a sensitive spot inside your cunt that made you trash and cry out.

He chuckled, low and mean, quickly kneeling between your legs before stuffing a pillow under your lower back, grabbing your hip with his free hand in a bruising grip, and fucking into you with renewed vigor.

Drool gathering in your open mouth, small huh huhs left your lips, whiny sounds that should've embarrassed you yet only made you clench around him and approach your orgasm faster than ever before.

Head empty and floating, you let your legs fall limply against your sides, open for him, and let your high wash over you, keening high in your throat while he kept fucking your mouth with his fingers and your cunt with his cock.

Arching your back, you felt your walls spasm around him, the feel of his hardness against your clenching insides making you sob and tears roll down your temples, pressing the back of your head hard against his pillow, everything feeling soft around the edges and vision blurry except for his face above you, contorted in pleasure when he fucked you harder, chasing his own orgasm.

Pliantly, you sucked his fingers inside your mouth, head bobbing a bit, the feeling it gave you lengthening your high and making your head go so fucking floaty you only realized he had cum when he rammed his fingers inside your mouth and you felt his cock twitch inside you, small whimpers leaving your lips at the sensations.

He panted against your ear, his weight falling onto your body, but you didn't care, the only thing in your fucked, blissed out mind being the need to keep sucking on his fingers. With that goal, you wrapped both hands around his wrist to keep it steady and in place while you bobbed and sucked, experimentally swirling your tongue around the digits, soft moans and sighs escaping you.

You slowly came back down from that headspace, letting Rafe's fingers fall from your lips with a last suck and blinking up at his lovestruck face.

He smiled gently at you, cupping your cheek in his warm, big hand.

"Fuck, baby," he signed, the thumb of his clean hand brushing against your skin.

A bit confused, you tilted your head, the fog in your mind slowly, very slowly clearing up.

"You're perfect," he mumbled before he surged forward and kissed you softly, as always, his you-sixth sense knowing exactly what to do before you could overthink.

Sighing dreamily, you kissed him back, enjoying what you realized were the last few minutes of that floaty headspace.

Hopefully, though, it wouldn't be the last time you experimented it.

[rabbits-of-negative-euphoria]

"Christianity does not demean the body or the physical dimension of life. Many of God's Old Testament promises to His people included their physical well-being: they would have land, one that would flow with milk and honey; He would provide food and the fruit of the vine, as well as everything else that is integral to man's physical fulfillment and happiness. The biblical promise of redemption entails the renovation of this fallen world--a new heaven and a new earth--not its annihilation."

R.C. Sproul, Truths We Confess

[blank-and-ocs]

Dest: we got into a fight of who broke the coffee maker (aka everyones source of energy, successful all nighters and sleep deprivation) and i may or may not have cursed Yuu, R.C and Gremlin with bad luck for a few days so Yuu sent me away/kicked me out from ramshackle for a bit while they try to pull Ryuco out of the ceiling and while things calm down so now i don't have anywhere to stay

Dest: hypothetically, if i was kicked out of Ramshackle due to being framed, could i come over to diasomnia? i can just curl up in a corner and you can pretend i don't exist

What happened?

[beyondtheadobe]

[therogerclarkfanclub]

We interrupt your normally Roger-focused content to bring you some Benjamin Byron Davis.

IDK, he just looks really good??

@teashadephoenix

[blank-and-ocs]

R.C: okay- um- would you allow them to mark out a race course around campus?

R.C: would you possibly allow a hoard of racoons to patrol the school with pink kazoos and finger pointer sticks so they can catch students skipping out on classes or breaking the rules or just to annoy anyone you want?

My Father was a racoon actually.

But I don't like my father.

So no.