#i do!!!!

[morbidorchidfemme]

do we fw pathetic loser ambessa when she's in love? ambessa that doesn't know how to do anything anymore because she keeps thinking about her lover, but she keeps trying to remain stoic?

[qintten]

am i stupid or. is there really no way to view your following's posts without the reblogs

[cursed-sonic-opinions]

do people here know about the sally acorn human skeleton love doll or do i just spend too much time around fandom veterans

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[cur4tor]

do you care him??

[wanderingblindly]

hope you're having a good week ! happy halloween and trick or treat 🎃🍬

trick or treaters!!! hello!!! i wish i had full sized candy bars to offer but instead I have this: half a bonus scene I wrote (and haven't edited) for you bring me closer to god, aka when rookie year is on tour :)

also might finish this one day!

Gimme Gimme More

He steps to the edge of the stage, toes nearly broaching the lip, and looks down at the crowd. Oscar could touch him, if he wanted to. Has touched him, like this. Rather, he's been touched.

"We're not a cover band," Lando smiles, toying with the microphone cord – wrapping it around his finger like a teenage girl on the phone. "But I know what you like," His voice drops a little, not quite a croon, not quite a whine, but entirely enough to make the crowd still.

Lando falls to his knees, the motion practiced. Familiar. He wants the audience to guess why, wants them to see the innocent flutter of his lashes, wants them to see the way his hips bounce on his heels one too many times to be unintentional.

The girls in front of him, the girls directly to Oscar's side, stare up at Lando like he's their god – eyes sparkling, lips parted, hanging onto his every breath.

Oscar knows what comes next, sees Alex and George flashing each other the look they always do when Lando chooses to intro the song this way.

"And I want you to like me," He nearly begs, and Oscar hears the girls gasp; one of them brushes up against his shoulder. Lando pulls the mic away from his mouth for a moment, leaning forward the mere inches it takes to be face to face with the girls, cord-entangled hand reaching forward to gently tilt one of their chins up.

Oscar can't hear him, but he knows what he whispers, lips so close to hers.

"Do you like me?"

She's frozen still, unable to even nod as Lando stares deeply into her eyes, as his question dusts across her skin like some sort of paralytic.

Oscar rolls his eyes, looking over to George – they both raise a brow. This guy, eh? George is saying, adjusting his hands minutely in preparation for where this is going.

Just as quickly as he creates the moment, he shatters it; Lando jumps to his feet, bolts towards the microphone stand, and the room fills with the sudden heart-shaking thrum from George's bass. "It's Britney, bitch!" Lando yells into the microphone, laughing as he struggles to shove it back into the stand, freed hands moving to his guitar.

[zombiezilla166]

silverposting.. hey guys

[griefbespoke]

hey remember how bobby was using may to check up on eddie when he was working at dispatch??? remember how may was fully aware bobby was using her to check up on eddie when he was working at dispatch