#aiintsobad

[clydexchampion]

psst bonniebow aiintsobad and also anyone else with a laura osnes fc

heres some icons

some more?

yah lots more

i mean like not lots but the thought counts, right?

[clydexchampion]

uh, us. [ aiintsobad ]

falls asleep on the couch: Clydemakes friends with the neighbors: Bonnieis the adventurous eater: Bonniehogs the covers at night: Clydeforgets to do the dishes: Clydetries to surprise their partner more often: Clydeleaves dirty laundry on the floor: Clydestays up til 2 AM reading: Bonniesings in the shower: Bonnietakes the selfies: Clyde but only because his arms are longerplans date night: Bonnie

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Clyde and Bonnie (aiintsobad) remind me so much of Joker and Harley Quinn

I have never thought of this before and now I’m crying omg

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♟ [ aiintsobad ] I'm just sending a LL THE MEMES

♟: Patching up a wound

"It’s a scrape. It’ll heal by itself." 

"Clyde Chestnut Barrow, you pull this car over right now.” Bonnie was glaring at him, her arms crossed tight over her chest. They’d been bickering over a small little wound over Clyde’s cheekbone for at least ten minutes now since she caught sight of blood dripping down his chin. Clyde looked at her for a moment, obviously contemplating if it was worth it to ignore her and keep driving. He sighed and pulled the car off the road.

Bonnie immediately jumped out of the car and opened the back door to dig around in the back seat for the little doctor’s bag Clyde had taken from a car a few months ago. 

"It’s not that big a deal, Baby." Clyde insisted as Bonnie got back into the passenger seat with the large leather bag. He wiped the blood off his cheek with the back of his hand, figuring that would make whatever she was going to do easier.

"You won’t be sayin’ that when it gets infected and half your face rots off." She replied quickly, pulling a small bottle of disinfectant from the bag. "Come here." Bonnie ordered. Clyde sighed again, a little more heavily than the last time, and leaned over the seat. "This might sting a little." She warned him, wishing she had something better than her hand and a little bit of disinfectant to clean the cut with. 

"Jesus Christ.” Clyde jerked his face away from her the second the disinfectant touched him. He’d been shot, he’d been beaten, he’d cut off two of his toes, but damn it all if this didn’t hurt just as bad.

"Sorry!" Bonnie winced as he pulled away. Clyde took a second before leaning over to her again. This time he just inhaled sharply, which made Bonnie wince again. She hated hurting him, but she just thought about how much more he’d hurt if she didn’t do this now. Bonnie put the bottle back into the bag and pulled out small tin of band aids. "Here," She stuck one to the little cut. 

"Thanks, Honey." Clyde said, sitting up right. "Can I drive now?"

"Not with that attitude.”