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Knickers doesn't wear knickers.
Yeah, not all the time. What are you, the underwear police?
(Bettie gets up on the table during dinner, raises her wand to her throat, and mutters sonorus) "Hey guys! Oh, that's loud, good, I like the loudness of my voice. Anyway! Guys, Prefects voting is soon, and you all need to vote for me. It's imperative that you do. You know, I'm fun, so I'll make sure you all have fun, too. I'm awesome, and can make this school more so.
And you know what, I'm a lesbian. I know what its like to be picked on for that. Nasty letters, anonymous hate, I know what its like. So I'll make sure this school is as tolerant as shit. I won't let anyone be picked on, and will slam through dickheads with my righteous blade of equality. I want to make this school a better place. And have some fucking fun doing it. Yeah!"
VOTE FOR WILLIAM PIPER AND BETTIE KNICKERS, EVERYBODY.
BOTH OF US ARE AWESOME, WE'LL FIGHT FOR YOUR RIGHT TO PARTY AND NEITHER OF US ARE TOTALLY INCAPABLE TWATS.
tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiin roof. rusted | william
William turned around on the couch he was sitting on to face Bettie properly, who had finally gotten his attention with all her noise. “Honestly, Betters. Honestly.” He grinned, leaning out of the way as the fat cat swung dangerously close to his face, claws outstretched. When Marziporn was finally free of Bettie’s monster grip, he leapt across the room until he was comfortably passed out in William’s lap. William petted behind his ears affectionately, unable to keep the small content smile from his face even if he wanted to. Which he didn’t.
“Hi, Bettie,” He rolled his eyes at her, pulling her sleeve with his free arm until she sort of floomped onto the couch beside him, immediately putting his arm around her. “What is the hip hap? The four one one? I feel-” he paused, looking for the right word, picking at the his robe when he realised his feelings weren’t as playful as they’d seemed when she was galloping around the common room. “I miss you. I haven’t spoken to you in forever and I- yeah. I really just miss you.” He resumed petting Marziporn, but when he looked at Bettie properly he gave her a huge hug instead. His chin was resting against her shoulder, and he squirmed when he felt something tugging at his hair. “Wh- oh I- ow, Bettie!”
Bettie laughed at William, about to open her mouth to joke back, and all of a sudden it was serious. ...Right. Well, she supposed it was coming to her. She squirmed uncomfortably in her chair, whining. She didn't mind talking about emotions when they weren't directly affecting her. Ugh. She did miss William, of course, but, she was the reason they hadn't talked. And not she had to apologise and shit, and she hated apologising. Her pride was too big to swallow without first cutting it up in to small bite-sized pieces. She leaned in to his hug, and tugged on his hair to get him away. She'd figured out what she was going to say.
Bettie puffed her cheeks out, leaning against William's arm. "I've been trying to give you space," she shrugged. "I mean... I," gross," miss you, too, but, I." Super gross. She hated talking about her feelings. It was like torture. Worse. "I remember completely blowing you off when I've had any of my girlfriend, and I guess I wanted you to be able to do the same thing to me. But that's a difference, because I've never had anything even remotely encompassing a real relationship. But I guess, if we must, we have to make two relationships work at once." She grinned, rolling her eyes over to William. "I love you, Willy."
i will leave you a mango
I love you, Grayson Wood.
AHEM!
I’m sorry, but I really don’t understand how being called gay is ‘belittling’ in any sense. What, is it the word? Because ‘gay’ means happy, cheerful, merry, etc… I get how some people are uncomfortable with the other meaning; the one where guys like guys and girls like girls in a way that is more than friendship. Is that the one that’s being referred to? Because, as far as I’m concerned, I dont’ feel belittled at all when someone calls me gay, even though I’m not, exactly. I’m bisexual; I like both, but that doesn’t mean I feel like I have to defend myself against the claims.
People are cruel. I know that - everyone knows that, but where I lose respect for you is when you get angry about it. We - and yes, I will include myself in this - are people, too. We’re fucking fantastic people, despite the homophobic arseholes who think, for some mysterious reason, that they’re so much better than us. If you want to know my opinion, we’re open-minded enough to realise that the world offers us so much more, and we can love everyone in the way they need to be loved. We’re happier, more confident, and a HELL of a lot more decent.
Also, we’re just awesome. SHOUT OUT TO MY FELLOW HETEROS~
tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiin roof. rusted | william
Bettie was dancing with her favourite dance partner of all time. Marziporn. He was the worst cat in the entire world- just horrible all the time. He lived in Legs's knickers draw and his favourite place to wake up was Willco's face. Worst Cat Award, consecutively won for at least the past three years. But you know, he was an excellent dancer. Had some great moves.
They were waltzing down the stairs, perfectly happy. Bettie was humming under her breath and holding one of Marz's paws in her hand. A fat little fucker he may be, but he sat nicely on her hip. Of course, under her breath, Bettie wasn't humming Venetian Gondolas, or any other of that classical rubbish, she was humming Love Shack, by the B-52s. Probably the best song in existence, and shit.
Her singing got louder and louder as she got further and further in to the room, finally reaching a crescendo, as she yelled out "FUCKINGINASHACK! FUCK ING IN A SHACK!" Which were totally the lyrics. At that, Marziporn clawed at her arm, and jumped to the floor, bolting to the couch Bettie was standing behind. "Fucking rudest cat out," she said, rolling her eyes. She followed her cat's rapid movements to the other side of the couch, to see William happily patting Marz, and Marz purring like the traitor he was. "Well, krump my face, if it isn't William Piper."
williampiper asked: That was last Christmas! Bettie said it was okay! She supervised!
You can’t sit with us anymore. RED DOES NOT GO WITH GREEN!
Hey man do not drag me down in to the depths with you.
I was wearing blue and green, and it was perfectly acceptable.
pam bam asked bettie nickel ( 20, 24, 32, 41, 49), samela asked (28, 29, 30)
20. Childhood illnesses? Any interesting stories behind them? Nope. She’s as fit as a fiddle, and always has been.
24. How do they see themselves 5 years from today? Rally, before anything in her world, Bettie puts happiness. And thinks, as long as she’s happy, her life will be good. So in five years, she could be a homeless gypsy telling fortunes out the back of a broken down combie van, but that will be good as long as she’s happy.
32. Concept of home and family? Does this mean a concept of her home and family, or her concept of home and family? I’m going with the former. Her family are very trusting and happy people, they don’t mind at all that she’s gay, nor that she decides to flaunt it all over the shop. Though, that doesn’t deter them, of course, from wanting what you always want from a child. Hard work, honesty, and just them giving two shits. Bettie is very in to honesty, but she only puts 110 percent in to things she wants, which is frustrating for her parents. Her home is a pretty laid-back environment, but Bettie is really well off. She lives in a huge estate, with a maid that she’s known from birth, who actually is a lesbian herself. Her family aren’t selfish with their riches, they give to whoever is in need, but her mother is very frugal with the money they do keep and taught Bettie the value of a dollar from a very young age.
41. Hobbies? Bettie Knickers actually loves to cook. She really loves it. She learnt during the summer after her frist year, because she missed the awesome food the house elves cooked and if her mum didn’t want to make it for her, she’d make it for herself.
49. Is this person afraid of dying? Why or why not? Nah, she’s not. Dying’s something that happens, no way she can change it. Better just make what happens in between as good as it can be.
28. Who do they see as their best friend? Their worst enemy? William Piper is her best friend, and her worst enemy is anybody who is an ignorant fuck. To be completely honest.
29. Reaction to sudden extrapersonal disaster (eg The house is on fire! What do they do?) She would hope that everybody would get out, but to be completely honest, she would take the people she was closest to and run the fuck out of there.
30. Reaction to sudden intrapersonal disaster (eg close family member suddenly dies) Bettie would give herself the time that she needed to recover as much as she could. Bettie is a very observant person, is very astute about the feelings of herself and those around her. So after she was sure she would be capable of it, she would boss the fuck up, and take care of everybody else. Bettie is a very mother bear type person, despite her crassness and her innuendo-filled vocabulary.
williampiper replied to your post: Gay.
Ten outta ten!
Gay.
GAY.
Oh, you heard me, my hips, Grayson, my hips.
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