#bc aesthetic

[wildblues]

#warriorprincess

[ozwolff]

I love this man more than you care to imagine

[cuddlysmii7y]

I think I wanna change my icon again. Like I know I just changed it not that long ago. But I'm not really feeling it.

I kinda want to change it to a pic of dergie (my sweet baby boi) but I feel like it might draw peolle away since like no body knows who he is. So I might change it to marcel, cause lets be honest here, he's uber attractive.

Ughh why am I so indecisiveeee

[bcckmarkedarchive]

3/3 Founding Families of Forks (the presumably immediate family):

        ❝ I don’t mean to be an asshole—                                                             it’s just genetic. ❞

[reigensarataka]

i rly want a pink icon/mobile theme hnnnggghhh

[jockbots]

Somber Post-war Space Explorer Skyfire

[zanekwon]

( @milliicent said they left us alone, the kids in the dark. )

shock wasn’t home. again. this wasn’t surprising anymore, and zane had learned long ago to stop staying up in the living room to wait for his mother to come home, to make sure she was safe. on the off-chance that she did come home early, she’d tell him to beat it and go to bed so he wasn’t in her way. and that was nothing compared to the times she had company.

most of the time, he was back by dinner ( because he was the one who usually had to make it ) and didn’t leave afterwards, but tonight he had. the dump was a favourite place of his, not only because it was solitary, but because he could find useful bits and pieces that people had otherwise deemed useless. that was where he’d been tonight, and it was also the reason he’d come home with a stuffed teddy bear. it was a little worn and its right arm was about to come off, but it was something. it wasn’t for him, anyway, so he wasn’t about to fuss over it.

sneaking upstairs, he confirmed that his mother was, indeed, out once again. not that she would wake up if she was home. she usually passed out, drunk as anything, and didn’t wake up until at least midday. he just preferred it when she wasn’t there. the house’s atmosphere seemed just that little bit lighter that way, though it was most likely his imagination. the place was as dark a dump as any other home around halloweentown.

he stopped by the door to milly’s room, pausing for a moment before opening it cautiously. he didn’t want to wake her up. he tip-toed over to where she slept and pulled her blanket to cover her properly before setting the stuffed bear down beside her, right near her head.

he assumed she was past the days of them keeping each other company when they didn’t have anyone else. she was too nice for him, and he probably deserved to be sitting in his room alone at night anyway, but hopefully the bear would be some sort of small comfort.

once satisfied with his present, he left, closing the door softly behind him.