#... maybe a little

[ratintank]

Copper: well hello there handsoOOOH-

Big the cat: Hello there, I'm big!

Copper:...

Copper: yeah, I've noticed...

[aseriesofunfortunatetexts]

[iamtrashloll]

I need everyone to imagine Iceman in his 40's

[bestchocobro]

ooc

I’m alive!!! I may have spent the night at a bar with a friend, then forced them to watch me play hours of FFXV until about 4am, but with any luck I should be able to get through some drafts later. :D

[amphi-trite-blog]

Fish || {Self - Para}

Amphitrite was sad when she walked along the shore pickup up fish carcases. Why they are called carcases not corpses, she did not know. She did know however that they would not go to waste. She continued walking, seeing the results of Zeus's and her destruction littering the top of the pond, and when her bucket was filled she began the walk back to the boy's cabin. She felt bad for everyone else who was living there, for the stench alone, but Zeus had brought this fate upon himself. 

Amphitrite climbed the steps and knocked on the door, hoping that no was home. They weren't. She opened the door, checking behind to make sure no one was watching her go in, and looked around. It was messier than the girls cabin but not as bad as expected. Zeus' bunk was on the left, and she made her way toward it determinedly. She pulled back the sheet and put two or three fish in his bed, one in his pillow, and two under his sheets on top of the mattress. After, she moved onto his clothes. She put one fish in each of his shoes and a fish in between his shirts and pants in his duffle. It was beginning to stink of dead fish by the time she finished with his bag. However, she was not done. Walking into the bathroom almost afraid of what she would find, she went for his toothbrush and last but not least stuck it bristles down into the final fish's gullet and left it in the sink. Amphitrite let out a sigh or relief and strutted out of the boy's cabin head held high, enjoying the sweet, sweet taste of revenge.

[asstrainmcfucktruck]

I swear to god my infatuation is NOT because his voice is almost identical to Stephen Merchant's

IT'S NOT

[thecarefreefarmer]

HELLO fellow farmer friend. We grow the food. Both of us. Yes. What is up, my homie. My comrade. Brother in fields.

((GREETINGS COMRADE. THE DEAR LEADER HAS BEEN WAITING FOR YOU.))