miracleboysel reblogged
soo hey:) as I said in a post, I couldn't log into the other account aka @miracleboysel so here I am with a new one
Hoping ya'll will see this😭
Important!!!!!!
miracleboysel reblogged
Tyler: “you keep giving me these signals”
the signals in question…
Wednesday:
Soo this is pretty urgent
Uhm I'm gonna change phone soon and I can't remember the password to my Tumblr account and apparently I can't even change it so I might have to create a new account:( would ya'll follow the new one?
So...xavier thorpe
miracleboysel reblogged
Wednesday better than me bc if i had a man like that validating me and always tryna be next to me i would fold so bad
miracleboysel reblogged
man-no-go-deactivated20230926
Everyone is standing around the broken coffee maker
Wednesday: So. Who broke it? I'm not mad, I just wanna know.
Everyone:
Enid: ...I did. I broke it.
Wednesday: No. No you didn't. Xavier?
Xavier: Don't look at me. Look at Tyler.
Tyler: What?! I didn't break it.
Xavier: Huh, that's weird. How'd you even know it was broken?
Tyler: Because it's sitting right in front of us, and it's broken.
Xavier: Suspicious.
Tyler: No, it's not!
Eugene: If it matters, probably not, but Bianca was the last one to use it.
Bianca: Liar! I don't even drink that crap!
Eugene: Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?
Bianca: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, Eugene!
Enid: Okay let's not fight. I broke it. Let me pay for it, Wednesday.
Wednesday: No! Who broke it!?
Everyone:
Eugene: Wednesday... Ajax has been awfully quiet.
Ajax: rEALLY?!
Everyone starts arguing
Wednesday, speaking to Thing: I broke it. I burned my hand so I punched it.
Wednesday: I predict 10 minutes from now they'll be at each other's throats with warpaint on their faces and a pig head on a stick.
Wednesday:
Wednesday: Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.
miracleboysel reblogged
man-no-go-deactivated20230926
Eugene: Hewwo.
Enid: Hihiiiiii!
Tyler: Greetings, Humans.
Wednesday: Three kinds of people.
Bianca: I want pudding.
Wednesday: Four kinds of people.
Xavier: WHAT’S UP FUCKERS?
Wednesday: Five kinds of people.
miracleboysel reblogged
in my “in love with xavier thorpe” era
miracleboysel reblogged
XAVIER THORPE PLAYLIST
PLAYLIST RIGHT HERE
miracleboysel reblogged
wednesday: (barely tolerates the presence of guys, blatantly only uses them for her personal agendas, isn’t even nice to them)
the guys: so you have feelings for me
miracleboysel reblogged
I have strong feelings about that clown makeup in Wednesday
miracleboysel reblogged
Xavier: i don't think we can manipulate, mansplain or malewife our way out of this one, guys Wednesday, holding a bat: manslaughter it is.
miracleboysel reblogged
Autumn
miracleboysel reblogged
Anonymous asked:
Lovesick Eddie calling you the mrs or the wife to everyone even though you’re not married 🥺🥺
oh he so absolutely would
"where is my wife?!" eddie kicked open the door to the theatre room, his arms filled with his various stacks of books, loose leafs of paper, and at least couple of pencils
"you're not married?"
"doesn't matter, where is my wife?"
"not here yet, maybe give her a few minutes"
he tried to hide his pout, not particularly well but he'd like to think that he did
"sorry! i had to ask Mrs. O'Donnell some questions and she rambled on and I couldn't get out of there-"
"MY WIFE!" eddie practically bounced out of his seat, taking the steps needed to close the space between you, his arms closing tightly around you to a point you worried you wouldnt be able to breathe
"your wife?" eddie only nodded into your shoulder in response, holding you ever so slightly tighter in his grip "you do know we're not married right?"
"doesn't matter" eddie mumbled, with your hands in his hair he was as good as putty in your hands
"have you been calling me 'your wife' to people?"
"that or 'the Mrs'"
"why am i not surprised?"
"because you love me"
"long day?"finally you dared ask about the vice grip he was holding you in
"no... just missed my wife that's all"
send lovesick eddie thoughts!! comments and feedback very appreciated <3
miracleboysel reblogged
The names of the Club Q victims are out. Let’s pay our respects to each of them and celebrate their lives.
Daniel Davis Aston, 28
Daniel was a bartender at Club Q. An outspoken trans man, he continuously helped raise donations for Black trans people on his Instagram. He was “the light in every room” according to his close friend.
Raymond Green
Raymond was celebrating his friend’s birthday when the shots broke out. His friend Rich apprehended the shooter as he died. After his death, his girlfriend posted on Facebook, “u are my home. my heart. my everything. u changed my life. u made life worth living.”
Kelly Loving, 40
After moving from Florida, Kelly was new to the Colorado scene. A nurturing soul, she was “like a trans mother” to her friends. “She was loving, always trying to help the next person out instead of thinking of herself. She just was a caring person,” her sister told the New York Times.
Ashley Paugh, 35
Ashley and her friends decided to go to Club Q after spending time shopping and getting dinner together. She was a family woman and “lived for her daughter” according to her sister. She is survived by her husband and 11-year-old child.
Derrick Rump, 38
Always bubbly and joking, Derrick had no shortage of friends in the community. He was a part owner of Club Q. “He was a kind loving person who had a heart of gold,” his mother told reporters. “He was always there for my daughter and myself when we needed him also his friends from Colorado which he would say was his family also. He was living his dream and he would have wanted everyone to do the same.”
Colorado Gives is the official donation site for the survivors and victims’ families. Please donate if you can!
miracleboysel reblogged
the sound a bass guitar makes is a gender.
it is also a sexuality
it is also a secret third thing
miracleboysel reblogged
slutforeddiemunson
I just… I don’t even know… it just seems like something Eddie would do.
Eddie Munson is laying beside Introvert!Reader, bored out of his mind. She’s been laying on her stomach reading her book, letting him know just one more chapter. Of course she said that some time ago, and she hasn’t really budged since. He gets up and sits behind her, intertwining his fingers and then stretching them out, smiling as he hears the cracking noise. He begins to pat her ass like a pair of bongo drums.