IMPORTANT BETTY GROF AND SIMON PETRIKOV ANNOUCEMENT!!!!

Spoilers tho ok??

You guys are talking about the terrible teacher/student dynamic, but forget when in his first tape he says he’s going to a get a degree or something, then in his next tapes he’s got a degree (this is the Christmas special episode from the earlier seasons)

That means Simon is only a FEW years older then Betty. More evidence is that he lived in the same residency at the time, since he met Betty at the same library! So they’re pretty close in age.

I’d say 2 years, since thats my sunroom of how long it took him to write that book.

They would never ever be toxic ever cmon you guys…

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urbondivik

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The moment Wilbur sits down in his makeshift boat, Tommy climbs aboard and sits down too. The boat shakes as he settles, water lapping up the sides and spilling over into the hull.

“What are you doing?” Wilbur asks, craning his neck around. Tommy is completely soaked from the rain. His t-shirt clings to his body, heavy and grey, while his dripping hair sticks to his forehead and dangles over his eyes, obscuring all but his frown from Wilbur’s view.

“Coming with you to Utah,” Tommy answers, wrapping his arms around Wilbur’s chest and gripping his sweater tight enough to tear it if Wilbur were to attempt to pull away. “I’m not letting you fucking leave without me.”

“Tommy-” Wilbur sighs, pushing a hand through his own wet hair. “Tommy it doesn’t work like that. Only people who are from Utah can go to Utah.”

“They’ll make an exception for me,” Tommy growls into Wilbur’s coat. “Because I’m not letting go of you until we’re in Utah or you come back to my house with me.”

“Tommy-”

“What?”

Wilbur stares ahead. The sun is peaking over the horizon, red and orange rays beginning to chase away the darkness. The storm will be over soon. “You need to let me go.”

Tommy fists his fingers deeper into Wilbur’s sweater. “No I don’t. Fuck off.”

The rain slows to a drizzle as the sun rises high enough to turn the black sky into a brilliant yellow. Grey clouds dissipate, making room for the white wisps of late summer. Wilbur sighs heavily. He’s missed his chance.

“Fine. You win, Tommy. I’ll go back to your ridiculous dirt house and sleep among the worms.”

“You’re not going to run off the second we get out of the boat, are you?”

Wilbur laughs. “I’m not a stray cat, Tommy.”

“You kind of smell like one,” Tommy says, finally lessening his hold on Wilbur. “I’ll get you a leash.”

“You’re the one who needs a leash.”

Tommy sputters indignantly, his voice drowning out the sound of the last drops of rain splashing into the water around them, and for the moment Wilbur forgets why he ever wanted to go to Utah in the first place.

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urbondivik

3 years ago

mumza lore mumza lore

add a little bit of ~spice~

here's philza minecraft seeing the love of his life mother to his child for the first time in a long time (with mandatory angst for the soul)

It threw him off at first. It was a relatively normal night after Wilbur retired to bed but seeing the black veil of death shadowing his front yard was... unexpected.

Kristin always liked to make it dramatic, let him know she was coming. She'd open her own pockets of the universe just for the two of them, just for the night.

(she couldn't ever stay long, he loves her but would never forgive himself if she got in trouble over him)

When Ranboo started asking questions he tried his best to act oblivious but he was just so excited that he couldn't help but let a few things slip. Luckily, Ranboo has plenty of other things on his mind at all times and Phil stalled long enough for Ranboo to leave so he could get out there.

He ran as fast as his feet could carry him, even getting a little lift on his good wing before coming to a halt right at the fence line.

What would she say? What would he say? Does he look okay? Did he shave? Should he have brushed his teeth?

There wasn't enough time for all of those questions though because as more and more crows came out of the woodworks screeching incomprehensibly, Phil was tackled by a rush of cool breeze, long brown hair, and feathers.

He only got a glimpse but if he could describe Her he'd only have one word:

everything

Her eyes held every star in the sky, She smelled like every flower in the forest, Her laugh sounded like every happy song he's ever heard.

and She was gone.

He hoped and prayed to every god that would listen for just one more minute .

(it never worked in the past, but that's never stopped him from trying before)

He looked behind every tree, under every leaf cover getting only small glimpses at a time.

He was getting further and further from the cabins when he got to the top of the trees, taking a bird's-eye view when he saw her again.

Over the horizon the sun was rising and the cabins were bathed in soft morning light, he was a few hundred blocks away but he's never seen Her more clearly in his life

"Kristin," it's barely a whisper but he would scream if he could

She's standing over Wilbur's bed smiling softly, lovingly, gently

(for a moment Phil panics, wonders if she's come back to return Wilbur to the afterlife)

She plants a kiss to Wilbur's head and cards a hand through his hair before disappearing again

(Phil can hope all he wants, but he knows he won't see her for a while

he wonders if Wilbur will remember anything when he wakes up.)

He already misses Her.

His shoulders feel a little heavier, the emptiness in his chest a little bigger, but he knows he should be grateful.

He trudges home through the snow, watching the last of the stars fade out in the morning light and prays to every god he knows for just one more moment.

(he knows it won't work, it never has in the past.)

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urbondivik

4 years ago