#ur next

[thepoetsarentjust]

using this moment to maximize unethical RPF i KNOW there is a best man george cheating with alex somewhere

[laceoddity]

I'm mad so I'm going to do some things to that twink

[aravengirl]

i have a jeremy knox falling apart fic, i have a neil josten falling apart fic, and now i have a kevin day falling apart fic!!

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[millkbread]

BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD! once you are given this award you're supposed to paste it in the asks of 8 people who deserve it. if you break the chain nothing happens, but it's sweet to know someone thinks you're beautiful inside and out <3

Omg WHAT??!!!

You sweet angel baby you!!!

Sending u consensual smooches through the phone.

[sc3n3sh1t]

Tryna do an virus themed page n well itz kinda good i think :ppp

[iudiex]

it's a bit late, but he's finally done.

[dreamydeathiscomingforya]

Sans was aging eventually.

Perched on an electric blue moped, he was driving at breakneck speeds down the corridors of the Mall of America, Dakota. Due to his unfortunate relationship with his legs, this moped was his final way of mobility. Nevertheless, Sans was determined to make his shopping trip and blue moped an experience to remember.

Clutching at the handlebars, Sans steers his thoroughbred moped through the crowds of innocent shoppers, laughing maniacally all the way.

With aching marrow and greying skull, he leaves destruction and chaos in his wake. As he passes, all of the speakers connect by Bluetooth to his Nokia phone, blaring Megalovania throughout the mall with great volumes and greater tinnitus. Those with their corporeal forms sufficiently intact fling themselves out of his way, or they crouch and throw their hands over their ears to escape his elderly presence.

With one hand on the arm of the plush moped seat and the other flipping the bird to all surviving mall shoppers, Sans knows that he will eat well tonight.

In the basket affixed to the front of his vehicle, Sans had placed a supply of air, and a lone, mouldy hot dog.

With a screech of four overworked tires, the mileage of the moped was challenged as Sans put it through its paces. Swinging the handlebars to and fro, he does perfect donuts, in the atrium of the mall, all the while crushing more skulls and bankrupting more life insurance providers.

Sans’ ankles remain intact, for he did not buy a scooter. Alphys, however, couldn’t say the same. Her ankles are dust.

To be safe, a heavy quilt was draped over Sans’ lap. Patterned in ugly, uglier and dastardly ways, the conniving skeleton was content to rule over this puny mall.

Pressing the volume button on his phone, Megalovania blared ever louder in that poor unfortunate mall.

With a toothy (obviously) grin, Sans urged the moped past its speed limits. He declares proudly: “fuck u, im driving.”

[valentinoknives]

Nico: *gazes longingly at picture of Queen Elizabeth*

Nico: You're next ❤

Will: *pulls out gun*