Abbey Road: Thneedville High style.
This needs to get back on my dash holy shit I love this photo <3
Thneedville High Crew
Enjoy our silliness for 8 mins..
OMG! I CAN’T ! YOU GUYS ARE SO PERFECT ! //Love explosion sound in background//
AW thank you !!!!
au of the zombie au where after many months of bloodshed and tribulations they finally come to a city full of magical kittens who cure the flu and bring back from the dead anyone who died and they all live happily ever after as one big family united by bygone adversity
with white picket fences and adopt ted and beanpole as their sons and 72 live with them and rocky can have his own studio in the basement and audrey and prisma can live with them too and they hold a special place in the backyard for bitter and creep and i think i read this in a fanfic once but who cares i want this to happen the end
that wasnt a fanfic that was those headcanons that happened the day i told people to tell me cute things
but it’s part of a fanfic i’m currently working on
well expect for the kittens part
the nubcats hold the answer
Woah Creep u ok
Are you going to or not.
… Yeah you kinda did… uh…
You’ve got to see what tomorrow brings
Yeah, you’ve got to be what tomorrow needs
ALL OF THEMMMMMM uh most of the main group anyway. Aha… ha… ha… I think my drawing hand is going to divorce me or something.
Edit: Livestream over! Thanks guys, it was fun~ c:
I’m Livestreaming the colouring stage of this picture here: https://new.livestream.com/accounts/1555157/events/1582753 ! … If that works, anyway, h-heh.
…He was a person, too.
His face screwed up with every sick crack, but he couldn’t bring himself to look up. Not until…the noise was going on way too long, without a break in rhythm or force.
He recognized this beat. It was the tempo of unstable fear. It swept you up in an unending spiral of fright, too afraid to keep going, but more afraid to stop. Confusion and a thick haze mucking your brain until you could keep moving purely on instinct. If someone didn’t stop him who knows how long he’d keep it up.
Without pause, Entre dropped his axe and lunged forward. His arms wrapped around Ted’s middle and he pulled him back, holding him tightly against himself.
“He’s dead,” he said in a voice loud enough to hear, but not harsh. “You can stop, Ted. You’re done.” He tugged him a few more feet back, out of range of the dead man now bleeding out on the floor. “You did good, he’s gone,” he whispered as he kneeled down behind the kid, still holding him firmly.
All Swag could do was watch.
All he could do was be the person who made decisions people didn’t want to. It was easier for them to hate him than to deal with the fact that these were things that had to be done. These choices weren’t easy, and he was the asshole to make them, right?
He winced a bit when Ted kept going and moved to stop him but realized that wasn’t his job either. No. Instead he pulled out a cigarette and lit it, focusing his attention elsewhere. Entre was a better comfort than he could ever be.
He was bulletproof and nobody could touch him. So he probably shouldn’t touch them either.
“It’s done then.”
Creep’s lifeless hand uncurls from around the final note that he’d written.
Ted flung the blood-slick shovel across the room. Away from him. Far away.
He could feel someone grab him and heard Entre’s voice in his ear; cooing but shaky. Burying his face in his hands, he sobbed. He screamed. He cried out and turned to grab onto Entre’s shirt.
“….I-I-I…..I tried…..I tried, oh god, Entre—!”