shiphaus trash tbh

Emily. 20. US. i hate funhaus, especially joel rubin this is a side blog

[jackattillo-blog]

the internet at home is shut down which meANS this blog will be on hiatus again. yay.

no idea when i’ll get it back, could be a few weeks, could be a few months. who knows. life is a mystery.

so until then, my fic will also probably be on hiatus. unless i somehow find a way to stealthy publish it while at work.

[jackattillo-blog]

surprise, i found out how to do it stealthily aka i just gotta wait until my lunch break or until the end of the day when it’s my turn to shut the business down

[jackattillo-blog]

“Bruce,” Elyse said as she walked into his room, not even bothering to knock, “tell Matt how handsome he looks.”

“Uh.” Bruce said intelligently as he stopped his typing and looked up from his laptop with a blank look on his face. “Come again?”

Elyse stood at the end of his bed and motioned to the doorway with a wide sweep of her hands. Bruce followed her hands and arched an eyebrow. The doorway was noticeably Matt free. “I said, tell Matt how- goddammit, where did he go?”

“You're absolutely stunning Peake,” Bruce snorted. With a loud sigh, Elyse held up her finger and asked Bruce to wait a minute before she stomped out of the room. She stepped to the side to avoid walking into Joel, who sauntered into the room with a lopsided, knowing smirk. He sat down on the edge of the bed and leaned back on his arms, daintily crossing one leg over the other.

Bruce closed his laptop and nudged Joel's arm with his foot. “Why don't you ever wear any of the real clothes I buy you?” he asked, gently toeing the sleeve of the purple bathrobe Joel seemed to practically live in.

“Because real clothes are itchy and restricting,” he said matter of factly as he looked at Bruce over his shoulder. “Besides, I look damn good in this bathrobe, it'd be a crime if I wore anything else.” Humble as always. Before Bruce could comment about how fucking weird he was, Elyse walked back into the room with Matt in tow. The look on his face plus the iron-like grip she had around his wrist made it clear that he was being dragged against his will.

“Okay, Bruce, now you can tell Matt how handsome he is,” she said casually. Matt fidgeted and raised his free hand to lightly tug on the collar of his shirt- a new, crisp looking dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. It took Bruce a moment to tear his gaze away from Matt's biceps and process what Elyse had just said. She gave him a look and Joel snorted from the end of the bed.

“You look stunning,” Bruce said, giving Matt a reassuring smile that made his eyes crinkle at the corners. And he meant it too; Matt always looked cute, like a soft, sleepy, cuddly teddy bear man, but when he cleaned up he looked amazing. Matt smiled shyly at Bruce and mumbled a thanks and Bruce swore that he was blushing, just a little and boy, if that didn't make his chest feel tight, the thought that he was the one to cause that-

“He's going on a date tonight,” Joel explained as he slowly ran his eyes over Matt's body, lingering on his thighs and arms. Just like that, the tight feeling in Bruce's chest went from pleasant to uncomfortable. He could feel Elyse looking at him and so he put on his best 'I'm not at all affected by this news' face and nodded at Matt.

Matt, who looked even more uncomfortable now and was now noticeably red in the face. “It's not a date...” he said meekly with a shrug as he looked at the floor.

“It is absolutely a date,” Elyse tutted as she finally released his wrist, now confident that he wouldn't try and run away again. “He asked you out for drinks. On a Friday night, just the two of you. Bruce, that's a date, right?”

“Sounds like a date to me,” Bruce said with an even voice. He was proud of himself for that because the thought of Matt going on a date was an unpleasant one and in that moment, he wished he was literally anywhere else so he wouldn't have to have this conversation.

“We're just friends,” Matt said in defense of himself except he didn't sound very confident. “Adam and I have known each other for years and he just moved back into town. We're just going to have a drink or two and catch up. That's it.”

Joel snorted. “God, I hope not, otherwise your date is going to suck.” Matt opened his mouth but Elyse spoke before he could.

“Hey, you've never been on a date so how would you know? Maybe that's the perfect date for Matt and Adam.”

“We're not-”

“That's,” Joel interrupted Matt, who huffed and slid his hands into his pockets, “a fair point you make.” He sat up a little straighter and smoothed the fur on his ears down before grinning at Elyse. “Hey, what are you doing tomorrow night?”

“Oh my god,” Bruce and Matt groaned at the same time. Elyse looked surprisingly ecstatic.

“Nothing, my schedule is 100% free.”

“Excellent. Wanna get dinner tomorrow night?”

“Joel, I'd be honored.” Elyse said sincerely, resting both of her hands over her heart. Bruce rolled his eyes and shook his head in disbelief before bringing his focus back on Matt. The other man was looking between Joel and Elyse with a mix of confusion and something akin to satisfaction. Huh.

“Date or not,” he said and Matt's eyes flickered to Bruce and no, Bruce's heart did not do a funny leapy thing in his chest, thank you very much. “I hope you have fun tonight.” And he meant that too because Bruce was a Good Friend and he'd support Matt no matter what. Even if he was going on a date with some stranger.

“Thanks.”

“Oh my god, you have to get going!” Elyse all but chirped as she glanced at Bruce's alarm clock. Matt barely had time to react before Elyse was grabbing his hand and pulling him out of the room to fix his hair or something before he left- truthfully, she was talking so fast that Bruce couldn't make out what she was saying. Bruce opened his laptop again and was about to continue working when Joel obnoxiously cleared his throat.

“Please don't cough up a hairball on my bed,” Bruce said without looking up from the screen.

“Oh, you're hilarious,” Joel said dryly before shifting on the bed. He rolled onto his stomach, tail swishing happily behind him, and reached out to nudge the laptop closed. “You gonna be okay big boy?”

Bruce turned his attention from his laptop to Joel and he was surprised to see genuine concern on his face. He scoffed a beat later, nearly wincing at how obviously fake it was. “Yeah, why wouldn't I be?”

Joel simply hummed and placed his hand reassuringly on Bruce's leg, right above his knee. “You're a terrible liar,” he shook his head in mock disappoint, “and you forget that I know you so well.” Using his hand on Bruce's leg as leverage, Joel pushed himself up and crawled further up the bed to pet Bruce's cheek, his fingertips gently brushing his hairline. “It's okay though, I still love you.”

He pressed a quick and chaste kiss to Bruce's forehead before scampering off the bed to... to do whatever it was that Joel did when he wasn't annoying him or climbing all over Matt and Elyse. Bruce sat there in silence and stared at the door. If he listened closely, he could hear Elyse chattering away in the bathroom and the occasional hum of agreement from Matt.

“I'm fine,” he said softly to himself before pushing his laptop open to continue his work.

“That's it,” Elyse said as she paused the movie and pushed herself off the couch. Joel meowed and blinked at her from where he was curled up int Bruce's lap. “I'm calling it: it's Wine Night.”

With an excited meow, Joel leaped off of Bruce- “Hey, watch the claws!”- and darted into the bathroom. In the same moment, Elyse turned and headed towards the kitchen. Bruce didn't move off the couch and just listened as she went through the cabinets. From the bathroom, there was a sharp cracking noise and a moment later, Joel was walking out with a spring in his step as he finished tying off the sash on his bathrobe.

“About time,” he sighed contentedly as he threw himself onto the couch and wiggled against the cushions to get comfortable. “It's been too long since we've had Wine Night.”

“Joel, we had one last week after you got chased by that dog, remember?”

“Time works differently for us cats so really it was like a month ago.”

Before Bruce could explain that no, that's now how it worked at all, Elyse walked in with three wine glasses in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other., corkscrew hanging from her mouth. She set everything down on the table and situated herself between Joel and Bruce before grabbing the bottle and removing the corkscrew from her mouth. The cork popped out easily enough and she filled all three glasses nearly to the brim before setting the bottle back on the table. Joel didn't hesitate in grabbing one and handing it to Bruce before getting one from himself.

“Correct me if I'm wrong,” Bruce said as he blinked at his glass before looking at Elyse, “but Wine Nights are usually reserved for shitty days, right? And I'm pretty sure-”

“Oh, this isn't for me,” Elyse gestured to the wine bottle resting on the coffee table before taking a sip of her glass. She licked her lips and leaned back against the couch, holding her glass close to her chest. “This is for you.”

Bruce frowned. “I don't-”

“Matt's on a date tonight,” Elyse said with a shrug as she swirled her wine and Bruce wondered if he'd be able to say anything tonight without getting interrupted. “Which is good for him, of course it is, but I saw the look on your face when you found out. You were upset and you've been moping all night ever since he left.” Bruce frowned and just stared at her. Elyse smiled sheepishly as she added, “and okay, alright, I wasn't too happy about it either, so I guess this is for me too. But mostly you.”

“You seemed jazzed about it earlier,” Bruce shifted in his seat and sipped at his wine. Joel hummed in agreement as he finished his off in three gulps before reaching for the bottle to pour himself another glass.

“I was! I mean, I still am, it's cool for him to go out and date and stuff.” Elyse wasn't exactly the most confident person on the planet, Bruce knew this, but she looked shyer than he had ever seen her before. “It's just... he's Matt. Our Matt and I'm... not jealous, no, but envious, maybe. Like, he's allowed to have other friends and hang out with other people, but I dunno,” she paused to take a long drink, “It just feels wrong, somehow.”

Well. Wasn't that interesting. Bruce took a lengthy sip of wine and set his glass on the table. “You like Matt.” A statement, not a question. Bruce watched Elyse as she shrugged one shoulder and nodded a moment later.

“Yeah. I do. I mean, what's not to like? He's super sweet and nice and just- he's the kind of guy who'd give you the shirt off his own back if you needed it. He's just so caring and nice and funny and...” Elyse trailed off with a shake of her head. Joel refilled his glass again when neither of them were looking, clearly a man on a mission, and a quiet moment passed before Elyse added on as an after thought, just a whisper. “Yeah, I like him a lot.”

Elyse liked Matt. Oddly enough, Bruce was relieved by this news. He felt like he should have have been upset except... except he wasn't. It might have had something to do with the fact that Bruce was also really into Elyse, but that was a conversation for another time. Tonight, it was about Matt and how they were upset that he was on a date with someone who wasn't one of them. Them. An odd thought, but it made Bruce feel all pleasant and warm.

“I get it,” he said with a soft smile. Elyse stared at Bruce with wide eyes, mouth slightly agape, but then his words must have sunk in because she was smiling back and him and ah, yes, there was that tight feeling in his chest again. Bruce tried to drown it by taking another sip of his wine but it didn't help at all. “Trust me, I really do.”

“I'm glad we're all on the same page,” Joel said as he scooted closer and practically crawled into Elyse's lap. They hadn't been drinking for very long but already Joel's face was flushed. He giggled and rested his cheek against Elyse's shoulder, his ears twitching and gently brushing against her jaw and only then did Bruce realize how much wine he chugged. “We- We should toast.”

“Yeah?” Bruce laughed.

“Yeah,” Joel lifted his wine glass and was oblivious to the wine that spilled over the edge and onto his hand, dripping onto Elyse's thigh. “To Matt- our hot piece of ass werewolf.”

“To Matt,” the other two said in unison as they lifted their drinks, glasses clinking.

Of course, Joel waited until Bruce was taking a sip to include, “And to the dream that one day, one or all of us will get the chance to suck his-”

Bruce spit his wine out and Elyse squeaked. Bruce coughed and slammed his fist against his chest, wheezing out a laugh the moment he could breathe again. Elyse's face was beet red as she giggled, lifting a hand to cover her mouth when she let out a snort. Looking just like the metaphorical cat who caught the canary, Joel looked between them before pressing a quick, wet kiss to Elyse's cheek.

“That's it, you're cut off,” Bruce laughed as he reached over to grab Joel's glass. With an offended noise, Joel leaned back and held his glass out of reach, stretching his arm over his head as far as he could.

“Noooo,” Joel whined with a dramatic pout as Bruce climbed over Elyse and continued to try to grab the glass. More wine spilled over his hand and splattered on the floor but no one seemed to notice or care. “You are being so unfair right now.”

“Joel, hand it over.”

“Fuck off.”

Elyse squealed and moved her own glass back and out of the way as the two of them struggled and fought across her lap. Bruce grunted as Joel pressed his hand against his face, trying to push him away, but ultimately, Bruce was the bigger and stronger man. He pinned Joel's free hand down with his knee but just when he was about to grab the glass, Joel did the unthinkable. Panicking, he dropped the glass. It hit the floor and shattered, wine starting to already soak into the carpet as small bits of glass glittered in the faint light from the television, movie still paused.

Everything was still and then suddenly, Joel was crawling his way out from underneath Bruce and was darting away with a cry that was simultaneously scared and excited. Bruce didn't waste any time and chased after him, banging his knee against the coffee table and swearing under his breath as he almost spilled the wine bottle over.

Elyse sat on the couch and remained still for just a moment before dismissively shaking her head. “Why are my boys such idiots?” she asked herself as she took a drink and reached for the remote to continue watching the movie without them.

[jackattillo-blog]

the internet at home is shut down which meANS this blog will be on hiatus again. yay.

no idea when i’ll get it back, could be a few weeks, could be a few months. who knows. life is a mystery.

so until then, my fic will also probably be on hiatus. unless i somehow find a way to stealthy publish it while at work.

[a-metaphoricblast]

Stay Motivated, Get Inspired - QA

[the-average-procrastinator]

Weird AU Prompts

- “Yeah, your mirror is a doorway into my dimension and I’ve seen everything. Even that dance part for one” au

- “Sure, I’m an alien but I don’t know why you’d think I’d abduct people. But there’s a great eatery across the galaxy if you want to check it out” au

- “Listen, I am genetically modified and on the run and you will let me hide in your house” au

- “I was just taking a walk through the woods and I didn’t think Fae really existed, and I really don’t think I’ll accept any food from you” au

- “My dragon is acting sick and you specialize in dragon illnesses, please take a look at it. Wait, why are you laughing” au

- “Buddy, we are in the middle of a zombie apocalypse, I specialize in botany in unfavorable terrain and I just saw you make a sword out of PVC pipe and string; we’re definitely teaming up” au

- “As a wielder of dark magic I definitely plan on taking over the world once I trick you into releasing me from my prison, but crap, I think I might like you more than I meant to” au

- “Ok, so you panicked and kissed the human so he wouldn’t drown, but we can’t keep him and he can’t leave if he knows about us merpeople, so what are we going to do” au

- “Look, I honestly didn’t mean to run into any awkward werewolves on my hike and why would I tell anyone about it, what do you mean ‘take me to your leader’ are you serious. How cliché can you be” au

- “I’m a superhero and you’re the villain, but I saw you visiting kids at the children’s hospital and letting them act like they defeated you and now it’s really hard to punch you in the face” au

[exinspired-blog]

IT’S RYKITU.

[michaejonesaltacc]

I’m trying to fill the gap; Bruce is gone, Joel’s gone forever…

[jackattillo-blog]

Title: like real people do Pairing: shiphaus ot8 AO3 Link: boop Notes: part three of the monster au fic!!

The television was turned on but the volume was so low that Bruce could just barely hear it. Didn't matter, really, not when it was on just for background noise. He was busy reading up on energy potions for a new order, a dozen of them for a friend of a co-worked down at the news station. It had been years since he had made one and he was pretty sure he remembered how to brew it, but he needed to make sure...

From the other room, he could hear a loud crash followed by a thud against the wall.

“Be careful in there! It's the weekend, you guys know that I don't do emergency rooms on the weekend!” Bruce called out as he flipped to the next page, eyes never leaving his book. He was actually very serious: unless someone was fatally injured and needed immediate medical attention he wasn't bringing them to the hospital. He loved his friends, of course he did, but the ER was always packed on the weekend and he wasn't about to waste his time sitting in the waiting room for hour and hours just for the doctor to tell them to get rest and take some Advil for the pain.

Another crash and another thud, this time accompanied by a loud yelp. Bruce grumbled to himself and folded the page he was on before closing the book and setting it aside on the coffee table. Standing up from the couch, he made his way over to Matt's room (it had formerly been a spare room used for storage until he moved in) to tell both Joel and Matt to stop making so much noise doing whatever the hell they were doing.

“Come on guys, if you're gonna roughhouse, take it out-” Bruce was cut off as the bedroom door suddenly slammed opened. Joel dove out of the room and scrambled off the floor to shut it just as quickly as it had opened, throwing his whole weight against the door with wide, panicked eyes. He was visibly shaking, the fur on his ears and tail was standing on end and his clothes-

“Holy shit, are those claw-marks?”

“Yes!” Joel shrieked. From inside the room, something growled and slammed against the door hard enough to shove Joel a few inches.

Before Bruce could ask what the fuck was going on, Joel was shouting at him. “For Gods sake, help me!” Again, something slammed against the door hard enough for the hinges to creak. Bruce rushed over and stood next to Joel, pressing his shoulder against the door for extra support. The two of them braced themselves as something slammed against the door for a third time with a wall-shaking roar.

“Joel, what the hell is happening here?!”

“So, uh, funny story actually-” Slam “but it turns out that tonight's the full moon and-”

“Peake's a werewolf?!”

“What, you didn't know?”

“No!” Slam. “I didn't!”

“Oh.”

Matt slammed against the door and Joel whimpered in fear as the wood in the middle of the door started to bend and splinter away. From the other side, they could hear something sharp scrambling against the wood.

“He's trying to claw his way out!” Joel squeaked. Bruce frowned and looked at the door for a moment as the scratching turned more desperate.

“I think I can...” Bruce mumbled to himself, placing his hand firmly against the door. Matt roared again, the noise so loud that Bruce could feel it reverberating in his bones, but he kept his attention on his hand. Under his breath he started to chant in Latin and just when Joel was about to ask what he was trying to do, a faint golden light came out from his palm. Slowly, it spread across the door.

“Oh, great, you made the door glow. What a neat trick, but how is that going to stop a werewolf from breaking out and eating our faces?!”

“It's a Re-Enforcement Charm,” Bruce said as he traced a looped sigil on the door before slowly drawing his hand back and a moment later, the sigil became visible as it too started to glow a shade darker than the door itself. “Matt's not going anywhere until I take it down... And werewolves don't eat faces, they eat hearts.”

“Faces, hearts, whatever,” Joel said as he took a step away from the door and eyed it wearily. “I just don't want him to eat anything of mine.”

The walls shook as Matt launched himself at the door but the charm worked; the door didn't so much as budge.  Bruce wanted to be proud of himself for a job well done, but it was hard to feel anything but sympathy when the apartment was filled with the sounds of Matt throwing his body around and desperate, angry howls.

“What do we do now?” Joel asked. He was still shaking a little in fear, his shredded clothes barely hanging off his body, his eyes wide and worried for his friend. For the first time in a long while, Bruce thought Joel looked incredibly small.

“We wait until morning.”

Bruce felt like he had just fallen asleep when he was suddenly jerking awake He blinked sluggishly and went to lift a hand to rub at his eyes except something was pinning both arms down. It took him several long seconds to remember that he had fallen asleep while leaning against the wall, Joel resting his head on one shoulder while Elyse took the other, and it took him even longer to remember what had happened.

After he had successfully sealed the door (and made sure that the walls were secure as well), he had called Elyse to let her know what had happened. She left work early to rush to his apartment to apologize profusely on Matt's behalf. Apparently, Matt was ashamed of his condition- Elyse's words, not Bruce's- and had bought some sort of potion to prevent him from shifting during the next full moon. Clearly, the potion didn't work, although Bruce could have told him that: there were ways to make the shifting process easier and to make werewolves more docile, but it wasn't something that could be cured. Matt didn't tell anyone because he was sure it would work. It didn't.

Bruce leaned his head back against the wall and closed his eyes, ready to go to sleep again, when he heard a noise. A faint, gentle knocking, the same noise that must have woken him up originally.

“Hello? Are... are you guys out there?” Matt.

“Yeah, 'm coming,” Bruce said softly as he carefully weaseled his way out from underneath Joel and Elyse. They both kept sleeping and even curled closer together, Elyse nuzzling into Joel while Joel's tail tried to wrap around them. Bruce pressed the palms of his hands to his eyes as he stood up and stretched before heading over to the door. The charm was still in place and the door gave off a gentle golden glow.

“You okay buddy?” Bruce asked as he pressed the side of his face against the door. A long moment passed before he got his answer.

“I'm... I'm okay, y-yeah.”

With a self affirming nod, Bruce placed his hand over the sigil and said the Anti-Charm. Just as slowly as it spread, the light silently retreated back into Bruce's palm, the small hallway dimming as the glow faded away. Moving his hand to the door knob, Bruce pushed the door open.

The room was a mess. The walls were covered in deep claw-marks and the ceiling light was completely shattered. The mattress was hanging off the bed and torn open, bits of foam and spring scattered about along with the tattered remains of blankets, pillows and clothes. The desk was in shambles and the closet door was opened, unhinged and smashed in some spots.

And in the center of it all was Matt wrapped up in a torn sheet. The parts of his body that were visible were covered in scratches and dark blue and purple bruises. The bags under his eyes were intense and the look on his face was filled with regret. Over all, he looked like shit.

“You look like shit,” Bruce said simply. Matt looked down at the ground and pulled the sheet tighter against his body, shifting his weight from foot to foot.

“I feel like shit. Bruce, I am so-” Matt was cut off by Bruce raising a hand.

“Are you hurt? I mean, you're obviously banged up, but are you hurt?” Matt shook his head. “Okay. And the rest of us are okay so there's nothing to apologize for.”

“But the room-”

“- is just a room,” Bruce finished for him with an easy smile. “It's just stuff, we can replace it... besides, it was all your stuff, not mine, so need to say sorry.”

A shy, almost-smile crept onto Matt's face. Bruce smiled warmly at him before walking over and placing a firm hand on his back to lead him out into the hallway. “Come on, let's find you some clothes. I bet I have some pants that will fit you.”

“You're a good man Bruce.”

Bruce set down two plates of scrambled eggs, bacon and toast on the kitchen table before sitting down. Elyse happily pulled her plate closer and dug in, grabbing a piece of toast and nibbling on the corner. From the living room, Bruce could hear Matt snoring away on the couch and if he listened close enough, he swore he could make out the sound of Joel purring.

“It's just breakfast.”

“You know what I mean.” Elyse gave Bruce a stern yet meaningful look. Bruce shrugged and blew on his coffee to cool it down before taking a small sip.

“It was nothing.”

“To you, maybe, but to Peake it was everything, Trust me.” Bruce watched as Elyse ate more of her breakfast, coffee cup still in his hand. He wanted to tell her that really, it was no big deal, that anyone would have done the same, but before he could get around to it, Elyse was setting her fork down and looking up at him with the kind of eyes that usually meant trouble.

“So, I've been thinking-”

“Oh no, not that.” Elyse flipped him off and Bruce chuckled into his coffee.

“Come on, I'm trying to be serious for once. Shocking, I know, but I've been thinking and... your apartment is really small. Like it was fine for just you and Joel, sure, but now that Matt's living with you and I-”

“You don't live here,” Bruce scoffed.

“No, but I'm here so often that I might as well. The only time I ever go to my own place it to sleep and get changed but sometimes I don't even do that, I just nap on your couch and borrow your shirts.”

“I knew it.”

“But this place is too small. We need to move somewhere bigger... like maybe an actual house?”

Bruce snorted and took a bite of his eggs while waiting for Elyse to laugh or something. But as the silence between them stretched on, he realized that she wasn't joking around. “Holy shit, you're serious.”

“I'm very serious. I have a job so I can help pay, and I know Matt would chip in towards rent and utilities and stuff.” Elyse smiled and shrugged before eating a piece of bacon. “I dunno, it's just a thought.”

Bruce said nothing. He frowned down at his plate, brows knitted together in thought.

“... I'll have to think about it.”

“That's all I'm asking for. Now, pass me a napkin please?”

[heyheyroosterteeth]

“ehhhh…Sn-Snapchat”

Posted 4/14/16

[blueeyedmasterpiece-blog]

I’d like to think that Fakehaus would break into a museum for medieval weapons not because they can get a lot of money for the weapons, but because they’re all huge nerds and want to actually use them.

The LSPD were pretty confused and scared when the crew came running at them with huge fucking swords in their hands.

[dooliaz]

follow up, imagine spoole on james’ shoulders, both in pieces of armor, charging out as if james was spoole’s steed, spoole holding a jousting spear and a shield in his hands

cops didnt even know what hit them

[blueeyedmasterpiece-blog]

I just thought of something as well.

Bruce is surrounded by police officers and they think they finally got one of them, but Bruce puts his hand up to signal them to stop, digs into his bag, and pulls out a helmet and puts it on.

He then pulls the sword from its sleeve around his waist and screams, “FOR CAMELOT!!!!” and the others coming running out from the alleyways with about the same attire. Sean is on James’s shoulders as James runs towards them, Lawrence and Joel behind him as Adam and Elyse come from the other side. They are all screaming “for Camelot” as well.

Some of the officers are distracted enough that Bruce kills them before others get to him.

[wheatthinsofficial]

what a good and wholesome comment show 

[lois-lane]

He’s so ashamed!

[jackbaettillo-deactivated201805]

i love funhaus! we’ve got elyse, james, matt, bruce, adam, lawrence, omar and- *looks at tear smudged writing on hand and starts crying*

[ghoulangerlee]

im gonna make you bend and break ; grubin w/james

(joel and bruce do the dirty, based on that gifset of joel humping bruce.) 

…im…honestly not happy with this so it may end up being taken down and -rewritten aaah. 

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