ronnie

he/him i like to annoy my bf i like twf even though it’s dead asf

[butchsophiewalten]

[wax-winged-icarus]

FUCKKKKKKKKK

[riversrunred]

Whoah… erm, hello handsome…

[wax-winged-icarus]

[bymystagename]

i like her Just a little bit. Only a Teensy Tiny Bit.

[wax-winged-icarus]

ohhhh she’s so cute wtffff……i’m sick i miss her

[wax-winged-icarus]

jophie fags cause it’s been 5ever since i posted

[black-plant-leg]

im sick to my fucking stomach. look what they did to my girl

[scout-spaeny]

no cos baran starting her first fucking day by bringing in bagels for the entire department and leaving alone and crying in her car I am going to punch God.

[butchsophiewalten]

NEW EVA ART... JOPHIE WEDDING (was not expecting for sophie to wear the dress but he's a cutieok) JENNY LOOKING FINE AS HELL AND SULINDA!!!!! AUAUUAUAUAUHH!!!!!!!

Its true!!! The other day Eva was taking drawing requests on her Bluesky to help her out with artblock and we got some very lovely drawings out of it :)

Here are the ones this person is talking about:

[butchsophiewalten]

More drip-fed Sophie from Eva’s Bluesky (Don’t know why they killed him on the right)

— Could be the blood on the right just overlapping but it looks like Sophie is grimacing away from a blood splatter on her face? Probably nothing.

My friends and myself jokingly do this exact kind of shit with Sophie (covering him in blood and treating him with violence) so I Understand this. He compels this sort of energy towards himself somehow

Drawings of little baby teenager sophie also give me genuine cuteness aggression its a problem. so I understand this from that perspective as well. If I was working on the walten files I would also post out of context screenshots of the Sophie puppet I was illustrating covered in blood

[pigswithwings]

"male socialized" this, "female socialized" that. I WASNT SOCIALIZED!!!!! #straydog

[snromeo]

no more wilderness nat… no more pre-crash nat…no more hunter nat….no more natalie scatorccio at all. what are we going to do after season four

[battrinketz]

Butch Sophie walten..

The jolliest of joys. Aaaayyujhhg

[wax-winged-icarus]

ohhhh sophie lovers we’re so back

[jutting]

they elicit emotions within me

[goth-queen]

[yenvengerberg]

I think it's cool how you're her ride or die. WEDNESDAY, The Devil You Woe

[wax-winged-icarus]

these eff ay gees……..

[wax-winged-icarus]

martin’s youtube community posts 7/31/25

[stillgotscars]

stevie nicks and lindsey buckingham reconciling is NOT a sign to text your ex btw

[nataliescatorccioapologist]

I absolutely love the carefully thought-out costume design for adult Natalie. She’s in her 40s, but she still dresses like the edgy teenager she was in the 90s: motorcycle jackets, band tees, cheetah print, fishnets, thick eyeliner, an affinity for red, black, gray, and brown. She’s stuck in the past, emotionally stunted and clinging to a version of herself that existed before the crash.

But her style now is more haphazard. As a teen, her outfits were rebellious but curated. There was intention behind the way she layered specific pieces, color coordination, a general sense of cohesion. Adult Nat’s wardrobe, on the other hand, is mismatched and chaotic. Pieces clash instead of complementing; colors don’t quite align, elements that belong in entirely different outfits are placed together. There’s a sense of carelessness, like she’s throwing on armor instead of outfits. It’s not just fashion, it’s dysfunction made visible. A visual manifestation of Natalie’s unraveling. The echoes of her teenage style are still there, but they’ve been distorted by years of substance use, grief, and disillusionment. What once felt like defiant self-expression now feels like a fragmented identity.

And perhaps most telling is the presence of high-end designer pieces. She’s seen wearing All Saints and Saint Laurent tees, Dolce & Gabbana red animal print pants, an Alexander McQueen shawl, etc. Alongside her Porsche, it’s a glimpse into the version of Natalie who came back from the wilderness and tried to fill the void with things. Expensive things. The things her family could never afford when she was growing up. She’s in pain, she needs to find a way to escape it, but she doesn’t know how to find long-term solutions. So she looks towards what will make her feel better right now: drugs, expensive cars, designer clothes and handbags that don’t quite feel authentic to her. It’s like she’s trying to buy the identity she always wished she had. Grief and trauma buried under retail therapy, nihilism wrapped in luxury leather.