#tylorpe

[multifamdomfan]

Me: *sees two boys that like the same girl*

My brain: they should kiss

Me: why?

My brain: because it's fun 😊

Me: ...

Me: You know what? Yes, they should

[hoardingpuffin]

Man, I love when the gays are toxic and bitchy and a little silly.

[correctnevermore]

Tyler: I am afraid of you. In loving me, you hold a knife to my throat and I tell you exactly where to cut. We are two against the world, yet I do not trust your hand in mine. This is new and I am terrified.

[suttonstrackesdrinkingproblem]

I feel like we as a fandom don't acknowledge enough just how gay it was for Xavier to be dreaming of Tyler and constantly drawing pictures of him like Xavier Thorpe I know what you are 👀

[pessimisticfanboi]

I wish Xavier was an artist tormented by his muse, the Hyde.

It would have been so fun as a side plot this season.

[gardenoblues]

Tyler to Xavier at any given chance: you look like a pipe cleaner with eyes. I could snap you like a twig.

[grabowskibeepboop]

Anybody have any tylorpe thoughts after s2? I still remember them from time to time but not a lot of original thoughts, I'd like to hear yours.

[sera-9-madora]

So i have an idea: Mine.

In this idea, Tyler and Xavier used to hook up — until the incident with Xavier’s mural happened and they broke up. Then Wednesday arrived and they both forgot about each other… Eventually Tyler ends up in Willowhill. Xavier’s father wants to keep him away from Nevermore, but Xavier finds a letter from his mother revealing she used to attend Nevermore — even though Vincent swore she was a normie. Xavier finds a way to return to Nevermore and convince his father. While Wednesday is busy solving yet another mystery, Xavier solves his own — and the best (or only) way to get into Willowhill is to meet Tyler Galpin.

A part of this idea:

Xavier stared at the boy on the other side of the glass with cold, emotionless eyes, hoping Galpin wouldn’t notice the anxiety crawling beneath his skin.

Tyler approached the glass slowly, quietly, stopping close enough that his breath fogged the surface. Then he smirked and murmured, “Why so scared, Thorpe? I’m not gonna eat you.”

Xavier clenched his fists. Like always, that bastard could smell his emotions like a dog.