#bandersnch

[lumiiiscornermoved]

positivity for @bandersnch from anonymous

Sending lots of love and positivity to @bandersnch. Siren has the biggest heart and she is one of my favorite people to exist in this world. She deserves the world.

[r4bidmutt]

𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐭  ( @bandersnch )  𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐦𝐚𝐝  𝐝𝐨𝐠  ―   and  grips  caleb  by  the  jaw

there's  immediate  scowl  on  his  face  when  his  jaw  is  suddenly  grabbed.  the  grip  isn't  tight,  but  he  still  doesn't  appreciate  it.  especially  looking  up  at  this  tall  freak  of  nature.   ❝   Get  your  fuckin'  hand  off  of  me  you,  motherfucker. ❞   there's  a  growl  that  rips  from  his  throat  as  he  angles  his  head  enough  for  teeth  to  latch  onto  this  man's  hand.  immediately  shaking  his  head  violently  like  he  was  trying  to  tear  flesh  from  bone.

[r4bidmutt]

𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐭  ( @bandersnch )  𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐦𝐚𝐝  𝐝𝐨𝐠   ―   and said,   “  you  look so pretty  like this.  “

there's  a  low  growl  that  comes  from  him  in  response  to  bandit's  words.  especially  unable  to  help  slightly  louder  one  when  hand  grasps  at  his  chin,  making  him  look  up  at  him  from  knelt  position  on  the  floor.  unable  to  help  partial  glare.  not  used  to  kneeling  for  anyone.  does  he  like  being  in  this  position?  he  can't  really  say  yet,  but  he'll  try  for  bandit.  until  the  urge  to  fight  kicks  in.   ❝ Don't  get  used  t'  it.  ❞   

[r4bidmutt]

HAPPY WOMB ESCAPE DAY MY LOVELY ♡

SIREN, THANK YOU

[redemptioninterlude]

this is my home now. / alice

found / adopted family meme ( no longer accepting ) + @bandersnch // bandit

they've come far beyond the looking glass now! alice doesn't know what home quite looks like anymore. she's the one who's sent away to live with family friends who'd had the room. it feels different here, in a way that catches and frays at her already RAW NERVES, with new people all around her in a school that feels like a stranger place with new accents and responsibilities and god - she can't quite keep her head on straight, can she? meeting a few new people within this daze that seem to stick, seem to pluck, at things within her that feel uncomfortable. for that reason, bandit leonne had always felt a thorn in her side, a frustrating presence!

but familiar. SO FAMILIAR in ways that he shouldn't. it annoys her until she realizes how much loss he carries too. all the height doesn't completely cut his brain off from the oxygen he so clearly needs, her tongue pressing up into the roof of her mouth, blue eyes darting in his direction over one of the few civil lunches that they've come to enjoy. it seems she slipped up and they'd become friends when she hadn't been looking, surprised herself, but... it's kind of nice, isn't it? the two who had lost so much, managing to feel as if something, anything, felt grounded in reality.

he says he's tired, and she tells him to sleep there beneath the tree with her while she reads. her book in her lap when his head comes down heavier against her shoulder, with him half asleep, alice unmoving so that he'd finally get a little more then what he'd been getting of late. she sees it, the signs and the cracks and the little things that are growing to become BIG THINGS. as she tells him, when he finally wakes up hours later, that maybe he ought to get home if he's this tired.

" this is my home now. "

"is it?" there's something faint in the smile she wears on her lips. happy that he can't see it, because, well, he'd ENJOY THAT too much. "guess you really are getting comfortable then, aren't you? enough! people are going to get the wrong idea!"

[lunarshifted]

               HE   WAS   BUILDING   HIS   OWN   PORTFOLIO,   AND   THAT   MEANT   TAKING   photos   of   random   things.   Most   images   were   best   when   captured   unexpectedly—   their   natural   state.   There   was   something   raw,   so   real   about   it   that   comforted   Bailey.   It   was   what   drew   him   to   this   profession   anyway.   He   should   live   in   the   now,   and   he   always   did,   but   sometimes   he   wished   to   snapshot   a   moment   to   live   in   forever…   without   that   weight   doom   over   his   head.   

            BAILEY   SAT   COMFORTABLY,   COFFEE   GONE   COLD   AT   HIS   SIDE,   WHEN   he   noticed   a   man   not   too   far   from   where   he   was.   Many   people   passed   by,   but   there   was   something   about   the   way   he   just   existed   that   caught   his   eye.   It   was   smooth,   relaxed,   and   enjoying   the   moment.   It   made   Bailey   smile.   It   was   simply   perfect.

            WITHOUT   REALIZING   IT,   HE   BROUGHT   HIS   CAMERA   UP,   FOCUSED   the   man,   and   snapped   his   shot.   When   Bailey   brought   it   back   down   to   look   at   the   results,   he   noticed   the   man   had   made   perfect   eye   contact   over   his   glasses.   This   made   Bailey   jolt   upright   in   his   spot,   “   Shit…   ”   he   mumbled   to   himself.   How   did   he   miss   that?   @bandersnch

[r4bidmutt]

𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐭 ( @bandersnch ) 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐠   ―   and  comes  up  behind  him  and  dips  down  just  enough  that  he  puts  hands  under  his  arms  and  he  lifts  him  up  in  the  air  until  his  feet  are  off  the  ground.  "uppies."

there's  a  look  on  his  face  and  it's  hard  to  tell  what  the  look  exactly  means.  is  he  upset?  amused?  unamused?  thinking  about  tearing  off  bandit's  arm  and  beating  him  with  it?  a  combination  of  things?  caleb  can't  say,  but  he's  just  being  held  there.  how  his  feet  dangle  in  the  air  and  his  arms  rest  by  his  sides.  soon,  he  slowly  looks  back  at  bandit.  not  saying  anything  for  a  solid  minute  as  he  just  stares  at  him. 

❝  I'm  takin'  your  fuckin'  knees.  ❞   

[ruinedmyselfarc]

@bandersnch [ . . . ]

❝ Rebel a little bit.. in a healthy, non-satanic way. ❞