this will be my monster

mcelroy fan problems

- constant uncontrollable giggling in public places

- the more inappropriate the place, the more uncontrollable the giggling

- “hachi machi!”

- sub-consciously adopting the speech patterns of your favourite brother

- your sense of humour is now completely incomprehensible to anyone who doesn’t know what a mcelroy is

- referring to literally every single thing on this godforsaken planet - living, dead or otherwise - as an *adjective* boy

- completely insufferable when in the presence of other mcelroy fans

- when you introduce a friend or loved one to the brothers and your deep multi-faceted relationship devolves into a never-ending stream of ding-dong jokes and discussions about the latest episode of each of the seven billion mcelroy media products currently available for your consumption

-  listening to them on a bad day and becoming unexpectedly emotional about how they are very good and nice even when everything else is a big trash pile- 

- sorry i just love them so much

- crying now

anonymous asked:

Naga boyfriend whose human half is as tall as you are and whose tail is damn near 30ft/9m. No bathtub can hold him so you have to purchase a house with a heated swimming pool for him. Sometimes you find him in a tangled pile in the afternoon sunlight, shoulders and head on the edge of the pool and the rest of him in the shallow end of the water, basking and napping.

I read this like five times. I love him.

anonymous asked:

prompt: the party is slowly drifting away, not from each other, but from Will. And Will can tell bc he's not dumb. He can tell that the tension in the air becomes thick when he walks in on them talking bc the Party is always nervous they'll say something bc Will is 'fragile' He noticed that El has kind of taken his spot as his player in D&D. He's just so lonely. But one day when they do ask him to hang out he's says no bc Richie has already asked him to do something and they all low key fight.

this is gonna be a heartbreaker but lets make this kickass, shall we~?

send in some prompts, bbs! 


It started out as small things.

Sorry, Will. Tonight’s no good. U-uh, mom wants me to clean up my room and such.”

“I’m grounded.”

“I don’t feel well.”

Will had never questioned any of it, instead deciding to give a kind smile and wish the best for his friends. Because that’s all he wanted in the end for them; nothing but the very best.

And so he remained happy and optimistic, knowing that there was always another time; knowing that his friends were still there and that it would be okay.

Except… it wouldn’t be.

Not really.

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