Jun 9, 2025
One of my many ways to get mom’s attention
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One of my many ways to get mom’s attention
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Hi!!
I know you said there wouldn't be any pregnancy in this story, but for funsies, which of the boys do you think would get baby fever first? My money is on Johnny.
Definitely Johnny.
He just seems like the type that loves kids and he gets baby fever bad whenever he's around them. (Bonus that he enjoys the process of making babies a lot too 😉) Definitely has a breeding kink.
I feel like Gaz would be second. Not really something he thinks about, until he sees you holding a baby. Then all bets are off.
Price and Simon are complicated to answer for. They're definitely the types to dedicate their lives to their careers. Marriage, family, whatever they probably don't really think about it much. It would take the right kind of person in the right situation, and even then. They both have just kind of accepted they're gonna die in the field one day and it would be selfish to put a kid through that. (Not to mention all of Simon's issues.)
Anyone else insane over SIMON WANTING TO BE. FUCKING ICE KING AGAIN.
THIS HAS HAPPENED BEFORE. THE CYCLE REPEATS:
-> loses betty
-> finds girl in trouble/danger
-> USES CROWN BECAUSE HE FEELS USELESS WITHOUT IT.
SIMON.
SIMON THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU ARE DOING.
SIMONNNNN
Peter: *singing* "Somebody come get him he's stealing all the Snickers!" Simon Z.: *at the convenience store putting as many Snickers bars that can fit in his hoodie*
Critical Role: The fandom that cries over a magical snake belt potentially getting disintegrated D’:
📖 And (stupidly sexy) Dracula
Send 📖 for my muse to read out an entry in their journal/diary!
Written on March 30, 1692, probably after a night of drinking:
Ive been thinking. Why did that asshole need such a big house? Do you see me living in a castel? If anyone deserves that, I do. But no. I have a normal house like a normal person. Not a STUPID FUCKING CASTEL WITH BIG FUCKIGN DEATH PITSS
Here’s me snoozing after visiting urgent care this morning to induce vomiting.
I ate one of mom’s hair ties while she was in the shower. I mean I had to get her attention somehow…it was patio time.
She was not amused and put this up as a reminder: