Hey Wow That Finale Fucked Me Up But At Least We Got PHILZA MINECRAFT

And they always will

black lives matter. they always have.

Cross, drunk: I am jUan PabLlLlO

NM: Your name is Cross, babe.

Cross: I dont understannnndddd....

NM: You speak english sweetie.

Cross: Shut up.

NM: Cross! Let's go home.

Cross: No.. please. I love you.

NM: I love you too. We're going home where there's chocolate.

Cross: Chocolate?! Yeeessss!

NM: You're a dumbass. And you're my dumbass.

Ever since I read IBVS I imagine Nightmare to be Spanish but like I love the the head canon where Cross is and-

Cross, drunk: Yo sOy JuAAAn PabLllllo..

Nightmare: Your name is Cross, babe.

Cross: No entiendo....

Nightmare: You speak english sweetie

Cross: Caiate

Nightmare: Cross! Let's go home.

Cross: No por favor. . .Te amo

Nightmare: I love you too. We're going home where there's chocolate.

Cross: Chocolate?! Siiiiii!

Nightmare: You're a dumbass. And your my dumbass.

(I hope I spelled that right I'm still learning Spanish -w-"") (Mod Error: It's almost perfect!)

I have moments when I'm practically drunk and cant function without drinking anything and I'm starting to think it's because I stay up till one a.m

IBVS WEEK

DAY FIvE: Falling

@onebizarrekai

Warnings: attempt at suicide

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Maybe Edward Quinten, School King, had everything. He had ladies, a good family, popularity, and he didn't have many problems.

But the thing is, with popularity, and high school drama, he could never be himself. He couldn't be who he was as a kid. He liked make believe. That was his shit as a kid.

And he wanted to be a kid again. Actaully he didnt want to be here. Because despite becoming the thing he despised, he hated mean people. He hated the cruel way everyone worked. He hated how hypocritical he was and he hated himself. He hated everything.

And as time passed, With Nevin and Isaac, he realised he could never have everything. He was used to getting what he wanted. Because no one ever said no to him. He always had this mindset that he should be the best.

But once he was the best it was hard to come down. It was like a drug he was addicted to and didn't like it. But addiction was addiction. It'd hard to stop.

He hated himself. He hated the world. He didn't wanna exist. He built a bomb. He was in class. It was set to go off. Drew, Nevin's brother was also in that class. And when it went off, it was Drew who caught Edward and pushed him away from the edge. And then the building collapsed. Edward regretted it. He really did. Maybe he didn't want to die. His strings came in handy. But he couldn't catch Drew or anyone else in time. So he justed watched them. He was now worried about them. His friends. His crush. And this small scared boy he help save him.

He wouldn't admit it. He was careful. But he checked up on Drew in secret when Nevin was at Chris'. Drew was fine. It was nice of Edward to do that. He had also checked up on Isaac.

But he still wanted to die.

Reblog if you think it’s okay to platonically say “I Love You” to your friends

Nightmares. Like no that was what I was trying to imply in what I submitted. This is like the orginal/ draft and the other is like the final version -w-

Cross has nightmares and loves Nightmare-

DON'T LET THE FLAME DIE OUT

@nightmarexcross

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"Cross." A deep voice said from behind him. Cross freezes in his tracks. "Hi, Boss." He said as cheerful as he could be, turning around to face the King of Negativity.

Nightmare was unamused. Cross was trying to sneak out of the castle. While he could leave when ever he wanted as long as he isn't on a mission or punishment, it was always very odd. Especially at 3:00 a.m in the morning. "Where are you going?" Nightmare asked, raising a bonebrow.

"Just to look at the lovely night sky! Isn't the darkness lovely?!" Cross asked, with the biggest, fakest smile on his face. "It is. And you are a horrible liar, Cross. Something's bothering you. I can tell. This is the fifth time this week I've cause you up around this time." Nightmare stated.

Cross hadn't thought about how Nightmare can literally feel emotions. "Well maybe I just wanna leave the castle at odd times." Cross said, his smiling turning into a grin. Nightmare could tell something was off. Cross had bags under his eyesockets. He looked exhausted. "You can leave in the morning. You need rest. I can't have you functioning horribly on mission because you haven't slept.

[Oof so it didnt save and I gave up]

PFFT LMAO I WANT ONE

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The Crossmare community is gonna disown me if I keep posting Crosslust

that one fucking meme

please reblog, it spreads my work. commissions are open!

Horrorlust ship kid!

I forgot to put his cape on him so it's in the right hand corner at the top.