Ight Guess Im Burning Your GIFT Then -❄️

PLEASE BE CAREFUL FOR ANYONE WHO USES “BLUEBUFFALO” FOR THEIR DOGS!!

stinky bich

:(

@therealjacksepticeye I HAD NO IDEA YOU WERE MURDERED BY EVELYN!! IM SO SORRY!! 🤪🤪🤪

i cant think of a christmas song rn so hello!!!! how you doing? hopefully good!!! here have a cookie 🍪 heres yet another random question: favorite song at the moment?

hey!! im doing good! currently with friends so im having a blast! and tgabk you for the cookie :D my fav song rn is DOA by i prevail (listen to it bls omg) what abt your fav song?

Ethan’s keyboard says trans rights pass it along

aNGST 4 with chase

cw(s) for readers: angst!! (obvi)

“Why are you lying to me?”

Chase stood at Marvin’s bedroom doorway, his voice was soft and delicate, balanced by false rationality. It didn’t reflect how he truly felt. Internally, he was being consumed by confusion and betrayal. A fist was curled by his side, shaking with jolts of anger, coupled with a frown.

Marvin was sat on his bed and looked up from his leather-bound book, either ignoring or just completely unaware of how much Chase was shaking now. He couldn’t tell, not while he has that stupid fucking mask on.

“What did you say, Chaser? Didn’t quite catch what you said.”

He flinched at the nickname, his free hand latching onto his other arm, crossing his chest and acting as a flimsy shield for his heart. He closes his eyes and huffs softly. He takes a while to respond again. So long that Marvin got up and abandoned his book and was gently shaking his shoulder and whispering ‘Chase?’ ever so softly in his ear. His eyes snap open and his eyes snap to Marvin’s.

“Why are you lying to me, Marvin?”

His tone was harsh, almost like a growl. It caught the magician off guard- it wasn’t how Chase normally spoke. His hand that rested on Chase’s shoulder slipped down and returned to his side. It seemed that it was his turn to frown.

“I… Chase, why would I ever lie to you?”

‘For so many shitty reasons,’ Chase wanted to say. ‘such as covering him.’

But he bit back his tongue. He wasn’t sure why he stopped himself from off on him, with all things considered. Maybe he just didn’t want to hurt Marvin somehow. It wasn’t his fault, anyway.

But he made himself involved when he decided to cover Jackie. That made him snap.

“I dunno, Marv!” He hissed out lowly. “Maybe so you can cover Jackie’s ass when I asked if something is going on with him and Stacy? Maybe so that I don’t find out he’s sleeping with my wife?” A look of hurt replaced Marvin’s eyes once he said that (well… from what he could see, anyway.) Chase didn’t care, though. Not right now. It was nothing compared to how he was feeling.

“Chase, I-”

“You lied to my fucking face, Marvin! Do you realize that?!” He could feel himself go into hysterics now. Hot tears rolled down his cheek while he let out a broken laugh. “You value your relationship with Jackie more than ours! More than my family!”

Marvin stayed silent. But Chase didn’t care. He didn’t need a response to press on. “You’re a selfish prick, you know that?”

More silence from the magician. Chase turned to the door, leaving Marvin where he stood.

He needed to find Jackie.

word count: 463 words

note from yours truly: you told me you wanted me to make you cry, so i tried to deliver >:)) (you can request me some more prompts from here! just send me an ask :’) )

tagslist: @caaladium @honestlyitsjustkenna @murder-schmurder

Destroying inanimate objects is valid protest against a society that values them more than it values your life.

hope yous ready for mf chrISTMAS!! -❄️

what if im not tho, huh?? what are you gonna do then?? cry??????

We’ve never seen Jameson from the waist down but in my heart I know the bottom half of his outfit is a pair of booty shorts that say ‘this machine kills fascists’ on the ass