#boycredible

[designsforgods]

Edna only has one nephew, everyone knows this already dashiell poop

@fastiell

[inkstrewn-a]

BABY BROTHER //  @boycredible !

         SHE  STOPS  HIM   IN  HIS  TRACKS  !  ❛ Wait  a  sec,   Mom  left  lipstick  on  your  cheek  again   .   ❜  A  sigh  escapes  the  eldest  super  yet  she  leans  in  without  a  second  thought  though  her  brother  may  protest  . ❛  Stop  being  a  baby  and  just  hold  still  ,  will  you  ?  ❜ 

[incredigirl]

JJ @ that post u just reblogged = Dash voice: don't!! Touch!! My!! Sister!!

y’all should lemme live for a moment pLS

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incredigirl      i feel so attacked rn boycredible      Feeling victimized

helen vc :     i  love  all  of  my  children  equally  unless  they’re  being  little  shits  then  i  don’t  love  them  at  all.

[mysterynerda]

- ̗̀    @boycredible !     ̖́-

         calloused fingers rub ash against skin, turning pale pink flesh black and gray.

         “ ha ha ha, ” jack-jack all but scoffs. “ sure, fine, okay let’s just shit on jj today. ” the boy is no stranger to SARCASM, but he’s been having a rough day ( as is clearly defined by the burnt remains of what was once a very important CLUE ).

sometimes   ,   it seemes as though she says the wrong thing   .   misses the memo   ,   occasionally   ,   when it came to heart and not logic   .   velma had TRIED   ,   really   ,   to soften what had happened   ,   but she might have made it worse   .   nose crinkles   .      ❛    i was   —   only trying to lighten the situation   .   it’s okay   ,   jj   .    ❜      hand reaches to touch the back of his wrist   ,   not afraid of being burned   .      ❛    there are always more clues to find   ,   i promise   .   and   ,   i managed to snap a photo when we first found it   ,   so i should be able to decipher it still   !   see   ?   it’s okay   .    ❜

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boycredible replied to your post.

Same Helen

every  time  her  kids  are  acting  up  she  just   deep   sigh   then   @   god   please   give   me   strength

[arch-wistcrias]

throbbing

t h r o b b i n g . . . 

[fuckinjolted]

                     wild curls now hang soaking against her back and shoulder blades, wet ringlets splaying against her cheeks with each turn of her head. mascara is clumped against her lashes as hands smear a concoction of rain water, black goop, and hair against her cheek. knees are caked in mud, sheer stockings once something she’d have been proud of now look like a last resort when fighting crime. hands smush into the muck beneath her as eyes narrow in through the intense down pour, a single hand extending to the small animal coiled beneath the drain hood. she wasn’t a good person, no not by any means -- hell she’s one of the worst. yet, something about animals burned in her chest. nestled between her steel like ribs and burned like white hot iron -- she HAD to save this kitten. voice is a roar when water splashes upward from nearing footsteps, glare fully loaded and zeroed in on the guy standing at her side suddenly. “ way to go daffy duck, that the only way you know how to get a girl wet? or are you just as clueless as you appear? “ the words aren’t meant at all, in fact mid sentence she’s turned back to the kitten. hand extended once more in an attempt to save it, but her arms just aren’t long enough. 

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