Jun 22
Zaeth definitely had a bedazzled pink flip phone (which he stole from some random teenage girl in a mall) in the 2000’s that he just sassily slammed closed at any given opportunity
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Zaeth definitely had a bedazzled pink flip phone (which he stole from some random teenage girl in a mall) in the 2000’s that he just sassily slammed closed at any given opportunity
Oh my god Vesper Childers you could not be more relatable
I just want to share this little Ron Strampler head cannon I have bcs I told my friend abt it a little while ago and she told me that it was so sweet it made her a little sad.
Ron didn’t really have a birthday before Samantha. He vaguely remembers his mom throwing him a party when her condition wasn’t as severe, it was a small affair — just a small vanilla cake with a candle on top, his mom with her hand on his shoulder, and Rogue waiting excitedly beneath the table. But that was years ago, and he can’t recall what the actual date of his birthday is, Willy never told him and god knows where his birth certificate is.
Fast forward a couple years; Samantha and Ron have been dating for a few months, he’s at her house struggling to fill out some paperwork because it’s asking for his date of birth. Usually he would just pick some random day and month then slap 1975 at the end of it. But, that feels wrong, he wants an actual day that’s his, where he can be celebrated. So he spills his guts to Samantha in his own special Ron way, almost crying to her that he wants his own special day. So Samantha picks a birthday for him, and every year since then he’s celebrated his birthday with presents, a party, and his favorite person.
I’m really supporting HJ’s sensual sexual episode. Go white boy!! Venture out into Purpee, shirtless with your scarf and pasties
Shhh…I know he’s evil…shhhh…I still like him, I’m still rooting for him.
Sometimes I feel like Ron Stampler when he slept in a bathtub that one time
Brennan Lee Mulligan so perfectly encapsulates the aura of a middle aged white woman sitting on a wooden rocking chair with a pumpkin spice latte while admiring the view from her front porch. She’s wearing a sweater, scarf, and mom jeans. A nutmeg candle is lit beside her. Like I don’t know how to explain it, but that’s who he is. That’s his true form.
Holy shit I love when I find a new hyperfixation. The gods have blessed me this day