It’s That Time Of Year Again

I introduced my coworkers to the term "wet cat" and it's my favorite thing ever, anytime one of them just looks kinda sad they start yelling at them to stop being so wet cat

"immortality sucks because all your friends die" all your friends die anyway. those we do not mourn are those who mourn us.

"immortality sucks because you forget who you are" we always forget who we are. do you remember who you were at four years of age? who you were at fourteen? "who i am" is a shadow cast on the wall.

"immortality sucks because" skill issue. skill issue. skill issue. give me your liver

Your sixth most recent emoji is how your guardian angel feels about you

Everyone's talking about their Helluva Boss theories for next season and I have thoughts!

What if there's a time jump? Flash forward even a handful of years, and we learn from flashbacks about MnM baby. Either suddenly they have a kid (or more) or... they don't and we just see the aftermath, the changes that loss put them through.

We could see Stolitz happy-ish? Still not quite right without Via, maybe they're still fighting for a way to reach her, or they've mourned in a way and Stolas has resigned to not seeing her anytime soon and Blitz or Loona are the ones still fighting to get her back.

Oh Brandon, the man that you are...

Man is in the middle of evacuating the LA wildfires, and his priorities are marijuana and lube. Even when in the midst of danger, he's still very much Blitz...

youre never alone. bacteria

Thinking about how one night, now that they’re actually in the same space as one another; Loona off to a party, Blitz will turn on the tv and play some smooth jazz.

He’ll do a little shimmy over to Stolas, cracking a smile as he holds his hands out, asking Stolas to dance with him.

Because Blitz saw at Verosika’s party how delighted and surprised Stolas was that someone had actually asked him to dance and Blitz never got that opportunity. (A very small (large) part of him also wants to show up that ‘bird stealing cock bag’ but that’s neither here nor there.)

Blitz will grab Stolas’s hands so gently, pulling him up out of the kitchen chair, smiling wider at the slight blush on Stolas’s cheeks as he pulls him in front of the couch.

At first, mainly because of their height differences, it’s a bit awkward, figuring out where hands go, but eventually Blitz places his hands on Stolas’s hips and just sways them back and forth, maybe adding a little twirl when he feels bold enough. Stolas runs his hands over Blitz’s horns.

They loose track of time, not even really moving to the beat of the songs anymore, just basking in the fact that they can finally touch one another, finally have a moment of peace to just exist together. To just be them. Just Stolas and Blitz.

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Crop top that says "i love biting" paired with booty shorts that say "i love biting" paired with a baseball cap that says "i love biting" paired with long socks that each say "i love biting" paired with some flip flops