The idea of William Afton genuinely loving his children is so much more interesting to me than the alternative, not just because it's more tragic and makes his motivations make more sense, but also because it's fucking hilarious.
You are about to be obliterated from this Earth by a six-foot-something zombie rabbit, and your last moments are spent terrified and deeply confused as he shows you pictures of his kids in a blood-stained wallet: a clearly haunted bear costume, a limitlessly unnerving chrome clown doll, and what looks like Grimace's corpse left to shrivel in the sun.
we really need more lockwood & co x reader fics. be it fluff, angst, smut, whump. idc i just need more to fill in the gaping hole in my heart, caused by netflix cancelling yet another good show
Will's favorite child is always the youngest. The one little enough to carry around, the one that idolizes him, the one that lets him call them increasingly ridiculous pet names, the one that loves his dumb little games the most, the one that likes to be swung around while he dances, the one that's still his baby. He never wants them to grow up.
the thing about plagiarism being rampant rn. my dad’s an english teacher in an american public school, and he’s literally not allowed to fail kids who plagiarize. he’s constantly got kids copy pasting things that aren’t even relevant as their entire answers (for ex. one group of kids went to the website of a nonprofit organization that happened to share the same name as the [x] in a “what does [x] mean to you” prompt, and copy pasted that organization’s mission statement), and he can’t give them 0s bc they’re seniors and that might hurt their ability to graduate. they have no consequence.