Gwen: Ben, maybe you should get a babysitter for a few days?

Ben: Why? I'm doing just fine on my own.

Kevin: Your rocking a turkey.

Ben: ...

Ben: I knew that! *walks to the oven where Ethan, Azmuth Jr., Kenny, and Max Jr. are inside enjoying the heat*

INKPHAAAAAAAA

smth abt watching the hardest thing after my first week of uni has me crying like a baby

if you know me At All or have even seen my icon you know which bit I am specifically screaming about

You know the worst part through this. MY AUTHOR UPDATED AFTER AN HIATUS!! WTH UNIVERSE.

Give me my ao3 back please I can’t love laugh love in these conditions

probably a good time to state that I am fully committed to the creation of peace between russia and ukraine, and by peace i mean russia getting the fuck out of all the land they’re attempting to steal, returning all the children and others they’ve ‘repatriated’, providing all the funds necessary to rebuild everything including the half of ukraine’s civilian energy infrastructure they’ve destroyed, and if i could magically give every ukranian a laser rifle to ensure that peace, so that russia never think of setting their jackboots across that line or any other country’s ever again, i absolutely fucking would

it was fun while it lasted character who was on screen for like 2 mins max

I love the "came back wrong" trope but from the opposite side.

Imagine you are dead. And then you are RIPPED from the embrace of decay into the world of the living again. Your memories are hazy and you don't recognize any of these people, but they act like they're close to you? Like they love you? So you try to get your memories back, to act like you belong here, but everybody tries to forget you died. And you can't. It is omnipresent. And just trying to grapple with that fact pushes the people who "love" you away, and they're incapable of understanding, and they're so confused, what's wrong N̶̄̀O̶͛͗T̷̉́ ̷͋͝Y̴̎̌Ȍ̴̈U̸̓R NÄM̴̃͑E̵̾̇? And you just need them to understand, you aren't that person! You aren't! You don't know who that person is! You don't know why any of this is happening, but they're unwilling to bend, they keep insisting you are that person, your memories will come back, everything will be normal again, and you want to scream and cry and claw yourself open to show them you're different. Your existence as a being wholly separate from whoever you "used to be" is a sin unto itself. All you can do is scrabble for life and to them, you're killing whoever they loved to do it.

just. lots of fun in that concept, you know?

I died but I came back exactly the same. You though, I came back and you were wrong. Did the fact of my dying really damage you that much? Was bringing me back worth what it cost you? Would it have been better to just leave me?

'can i copy your homework?'

'yeah just don't make it obvious'

when i say i wish people started using the reblog button more i don't mean it in a 'i want more notes' kind of way i mean it in a 'i want to read about your thoughts on this particular thing' and 'i want to have conversations in the tags' and 'i want this to feel like a community again and not like any of those boring social media platforms where artists are content creators and interactions never goes beyond a like'

Came back wrong? How about came back right, except that the world you came back to is wrong. Came back just like waking up from a long nap only to find that the people who love you broke themselves into shards and bloody bargains to get you back.

There are new stains that nobody will explain, hidden beneath the rug in the upstairs hallway. Your mother's left eye is clouded and strange. The cat no longer goes near your brother. There's a sharp-edged shadow now, under your lover's smile.

Everybody says you must be remembering wrong, but your sense of smell is just as good as ever. The closet that used to smell like cedar and cinnamon smells like sulfur, now, and nobody will tell you why.

ok fine maybe i DID come back wrong. what are you going to do about it. kill me? put me back in the ground? after all this effort? all this pain and suffering only to find out bringing me back wasn't worth it after all? you worked so hard. are you going to waste all of that just because im not what you wanted? just because i belong only to myself? are you going to let me pick out my own coffin