#ratleaderr

[morefinesse]

gotta thank @ratleaderr for indulging me in this cuteness tho.

the kiddos would love f/inding n/emo bc, really, who wouldn’t? lmaooo

[worldendured]

@ratleaderr​ said: “Okay, Spiderman, let’s find Clementine.” // aj! the adventures of two toddlers and their non-binary nanny

          aj wasn’t sure where these spider-man comics had been his whole life, but boy was he sure glad to’ve found them now! comics made reading so much more fun, and spider-man was awesome!

          “ okay! ” he chirps back, before a playful grin tugs at his lips. he’s suddenly made a decision. “ bet i’ll find her before you do, GREEN GOBLIN! ”

[rabbit-light]

The Beach at Big Salt

Tools of antiquity—the compass, the straight edge—could not square the circle, couldn’t tame its numberless sides. Arcs, curves, chords of circles remain, tracing hollows of shells, clawed waves, parabolas of sand. See how matter curves around the emptiness, how it cups and gently holds the space where things are absent. Matter buckles and spirals around it, proving what is missing is more potent than what isn’t.

Matter aches to escape the discipline of being. Creation longs to possess the freedom from being a thing begotten. Even babies in their mothers’ wombs lie curled, crouched around the swell of the primordial. Straight or curved, tools cannot measure what it means to be, after all this time, still nascent, beholden to what you can never know. Armless, legless, a seahorse unrolls his tail, reels it in endlessly bobbing and straining in the tides.

Jessica Goodfellow

[trustinginthelight]

ratleaderr replied to your post: “What can I say? I love my bro–”

marlon: all the hom– marlon: i mean wut

“Yo babe bro, wanna split an order of fries? We could feed ‘em too each other like total bros.”

[gciltyascharged]

ratleaderr replied to your post:

Marlon; paps

     ❝ Vi’s gonna kill me. She’s gonna slit my throat while I’m sleepin’, man. ❞

[fakeivory]

❛   𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐮𝐭 , 𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐩 ?   ❜             the  path  back  towards  ericson  wasn’t  that  much  longer  ;  it  wasn’t  much  longer  than  marlon  would  let  him  walk  close  enough  for  their  hands  to  brush.          every  now  &  again  he’d  lightly  grip  at  the  end  of  the  other’s  fingers.           made  the  forest  seem  less  threatening  ----------  ‘course  ,  marlon  was  the  only  one  who  knew  he  was  SCARED  out  here.         always  was.        turned  his  jokes  up  by  a  billion  to  cover  it.            if  things  got  too  tense  ,  he’d  bail.       

❛     stop  it  -----------------   you  look  better  when  you  smile.   ❜          he  hums  softly  ,  chair  leg  balanced  on  his  shoulder  as  he  glances  over  at  him.        his  smile  is  CHEEKY.         ❛    eh.      you’ll  put  on  that  charming  ----  but  completely  fake  ----  smile  when  we  get  back.          i  bet  brody  will  be  SO  glad  to  see  you.   ❜        he  says  that  way  more  sarcastically  than  he  meant  to.           no  ,  he  meant  to.         

@ratleaderr​

[livesrot-blog]

@ratleaderr // cont.

    Rocks weren't the most COMFORTABLE surface to be placed down on, but at this point she was looking for anything to move the blood away from her ankle where it throbbed painfully. Luckily, she hadn't fallen into the river itself, but falling with her leg bent the way it did was enough to put a spike of anxiety in her—she'd thought for sure that she'd BROKEN something for a few moments, but her ankle just looked a little bruised and the swelling was sure to come soon. There was some sprain for sure with how much it hurt. However, trying to hobble with Marlon as a crutch wasn't helping much.

    Gingerly, she turned her ankle slightly, gritting her teeth at the pain as she figured out what side it was mostly injured on. There had been no 'pop', though, so thankfully maybe it would heal up soon. Still, there was the issue of getting back to the school now. She let out a sigh, glancing up at him with a small frown, taking a small glance around herself.

    “The pain'll be the same no matter how long I sit,” she muttered, “Figure I should get back soon so I can wrap it so that piggyback might be my best bet...”

[survivher-blog]

' i like to look at the stars, do you? '

———“ yeah... it’s peaceful . “ she responded , a smile forming upon her lips . her brown gaze traveled the night sky , the stars shining as bright as ever . unfortunately she didn't have time to star gaze that often , but now that she and aj had a home she could do it more often .

                                                                     ❝ it makes you forget about everything... y’know? ❞