Except I Let Them Stay In My Head - Blog Posts

GRUESOME DETAILS (ME CRYIN')

LMFAOAOAOAOAOOO

i can imagine him trudging towards the posse, his back hunched and arms hanging loosely. all goofy-like (he nearly trips too, mooch stifles a laugh)

as he attempts to (incoherently) mumble an apology, they all greet him with icy silence, each member turning away as if he were a forgotten breeze.

starlo's sniffles start off small but quickly snowball into a cacophony of booming wails and over-the-top snorts: ones that'd make a theater proud

the posse's distraught but funnily enough are quick to join him. this ofc leads to a much needed group squeeze.

and thaaat's why the fiesty five are back! now with double the sensitivity to everyone's emotions! woohoo, everyone rejoice! (i love these idiots so much plz get them out of my head)