Was I the only one who noticed this in Rogelio's locker??? YALL THIS IS CANNON WHY ARE YOU GUYS SLEEPING ON THIS?
drawing
I put on my sunglasses, to hide my swollen eyes, over my tears. I cried all my makeup off. Went inside to have a milkshake. I don’t know why. I wanted something to drink as I figured out what I would do. I got a soda and a milkshake. Medium. The cashier looked at me and with a line around the corner of the counter he rushed away from the counter “Hold on “ he yelled to a coworker.
I filled my soda and went back and saw him looking all over. I go up and he gets close and says “I made it a large”.
That was seriously enough for me not to do it. His kindness. Someone went out of their way and as I went back in my car to cry I realized I could muster through a few other days. A few more weeks. Then I came down from that panicky high of anxiety, depression, and pain. I finished my shake. And it was enough time to let me feel better. I… I’m alive. I’ll make it through.
Try and be nice today. Tomorrow. Something as much as a smile. It helped so much.
Thank you man at McDonalds.
The milkshake saved my life
an actual child
thanks anon i cried
i feel like this was the mood for today
Wilford: (glares down at Eric) No one can be THAT innocent!
Eric: (stares up, sweating out of nervousness, clutching his handkerchief).
Dark: (sips coffee, reading the news paper) leave him be, Wil.
Wilford: say fuck.
Eric: uh uh um… fffff…frick! (Covers mouth with handkerchief out of shock) I-I’m sorry I cursed!
Dark: (looks up from news paper).
All egos: (stare in awe).
Wilford:… your adorable.
Didn’t think Dark could get any more creepy? Think again…
I highly recommend you wear headphones and close your eyes while you listen.
(Are you okay with omegaverse? Because if so....) Omega Dark hating his secondary gender with a passion for years, hiding his status with shampoo's and way to many suppressants, that is until he and Will get together. Will, who's an alpha, honestly thought Dark was an Alpha for almost a full year until the omega suddenly went into a violent heat that made the entire house reek of omega pheromones.
Ohhh holy shit. And I mean, Wilford as an alpha is very impulsive, relying 100% on instinct. The moment he catches wiff of omega, especially when the omega is his boyfriend, he loses it. He finds Dark and has his knees buckling with the strong scent of horny alpha all around him, clogging his scenses. He’s an omega that’s never felt the touch of an alpha. The second he smells his bond mate, so strong and dominant and possessive, he bares his neck for Wilford. The sex between them is explosive and painful and so fucking good. It leaves them both bruised and sore for days, keeping them holed inside.
And those days after Dark’s heat are some of the best of his life. Wilford, still driven by instinct, treats Darkiplier like a prized possession. There’s lots of scenting and petting and cuddling. But there’s also lots of sex, gentle sex where Wilford worships his omega with his tongue or fingers or dick just to make him feeled owned, safe, and loved. Dark loves it, he finds himself loving every second of the coddling and growing sad when it passes within a week and he and Wilford are back to normal, no longer driven by hormones and instinct. Even so, he’s used to pretending to be an alpha, and the new power shift is frightening to Dark.
Eventually, they’re forced to have a serious talk about whether Dark should continue taking his suppressants. Dark wouldn’t be ready for such a big change, and they’d have to compromise. Dark gets his scent neutralizers, but that’s it.
Darkiplier: so, Wilford’s a sleep-talker.
Bim: yeah?
Darkiplier: “mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell.” right. in. my. ear. 2 AM.