#also alex

[grimae]

call our ships to port

[poltergeist-punk]

parent and child

also the young jinx design belongs to @frenchublog check out their art they’re phenomenal!!!

[darrengrave]

I think it's fun in a masochistic way that Brian and Tim even in the throes of some form of paranormal psychosis where neither of them can probably even remember who they are still have this thing going on. I don't know who I am anymore, but I know you.

[djsherriff-responses]

Me realising that while we saw Pey’J get gunned down by Eden police officers while protecting other hybrids during the riot , Pey’J was never actually confirmed to have died from those bullets

Bullfrog was taken into custody before he could try helping Pey’J and Dolph was taken by Sarah into the wasteland. Meaning neither of them were there to see to Pey’J’s body, and that the two are assuming Pey’J is dead

Cody, Jade and Dolph all died because of the bombs inside their heads detonating. We also saw their bodies from the aftermath of that fact

Pey’J is the only one (besides Bullfrog) whose bomb didn’t detonate

We didn’t see what happened to Pey’J’s body

Shit

[yazzyza]

[asliceoftoast]

small ficlet in the april, jackson, alex roommate era :)

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He moved a little harder, hips slamming against hers. With each thrust, the headboard smacked against the wall. A lewd moan escaped her, punctuating the grunts and slapping skin. April shifted in her bed, pressing a pillow into her face as she screamed.

For the third night in a row, Alex was keeping her up with the sound of his late-night meetings with whatever girl he picked up from Joe’s. This was the final straw. Turning to her side, she screwed her eyes shut and tried to fall asleep.

The next morning, April corralled her roommates around the breakfast bar for an emergency meeting after politely pushing Alex’s sex buddy out the door. Jackson sat quietly, watching April unleash her wrath on their unsuspecting roommate.

She snapped her spatula at Alex. “You’re too loud at night.”

Alex scoffed, “Am not.” He shoveled a bit of his breakfast into his mouth, a cheek inflating to accommodate the food as he continued to talk. “Even if I was, you’re just jealous because you’re not getting any.”

Her face flushed crimson, anger seeping through her veins. “I’m not jealous! I could not care less who you sleep with! Just stop keeping me up with it.”

Alex rolled his eyes. “Who said it was me? It could have been Jackson.” Jackson looked over at his roommate, the silent ‘what the hell’ radiating off him in waves. He had spent the night watching a movie with April before heading their separate ways at midnight. Alex hadn’t gotten back yet, stumbling through the door with a girl on his arm a little after one. 

“I know for a fact that it wasn’t Jackson.” She pushed them towards her bedroom, Alex still chewing his food as he walked. “His room is down the hall. Just listen.” April walked out of the room as the two men stood awkwardly at the foot of her bed.

Rhythmic tapping sounded and Alex snickered. 

“Not cool, man,” Jackson snapped causing Alex’s composure to stiffen. 

He understood her frustration. Having to listen to Alex, of all people, loudly and very enthusiastically have sex every night was bound to get on anyone’s nerves. Compounded on the virgin jokes, April was a saint for putting up with it for as long as she had. While people ragged on April for being a virgin, she kept to herself and never really judged others for choosing to have a sex life in the same way she wanted people to give her the same respect for choosing to not have one. Or in this case, not wanting to have to listen to others have one.

Jackson thought her demonstration was done, waiting for April to pop her head back into her room since she had proved her point. What he was not expecting was a loud, breathy moan to sound out. 

“Oh, God. Yes. Yes. Yes!” she screamed, voice slightly muffled by the inches of drywall between them. April kept going, immersed in her late-night demonstration. It seemed as if she was going for accuracy, which made it all the more… her, even if it was placing images and sounds in his head that he wasn’t sure were supposed to be there. Now or ever. “Harder. Mmmmmm. There! Fuck me!” He swallowed tightly, muscles suddenly forgetting how to work. His gaze fell to Alex who looked like he was about to burst out laughing. 

“I wonder where she’s getting this material,” he snorted loudly.

April quickly fired back through the wall. “From the many screams that keep me up during the night.”

“I know how to please a lady. So what if they’re loud.”

“Tell them to be quiet!” The tapping had stopped, and April’s footsteps thundered as she stormed back into her room continuing her tirade on the same breath. “I’m trying to sleep. You’re not the only person who lives in this apartment.” Alex sent a look to Jackson, silently requesting backup as if her request was ridiculous.

“Dude, just keep it down. It’s not nice to April to constantly have to deal with your booty calls and have to hear them at night.” April popped her head into the open doorway of her room, rejoining her roommates at the foot of her bed.

“Okay, Mom and Dad.” Alex rolled his eyes and walked out of the room. “I’ll tell them to keep it down, but no promises.”

“And the headboard?” April asked weakly at his retreating figure. Alex lifted a hand and waved her off. 

Jackson cleared his throat, “We can install rubber anti-shake things. I can order them later.” 

“Thank you,” she mumbled quietly. April turned to Jackson, eyebrows pushed together with worry. “Do you think that worked? I’m worried I was too harsh. I’m just so frustrated and tired.” She snorted. “Mostly tired.”

Jackson draped an arm around her shoulders, quickly moving them out of her room. “You did great, Apes.”

[albon-and-gang]

why the hell does pierre look like benedict cumberbatch