#atomicked

now second,  @dangeress !   my boo, my mom, my little danikins. i’m pretty sure she knows this already but i love her so much. when i talk to her i smile instantly, she’s such a great person. aaaaand, her daphne blake ? my scooby swoons for her, no joke.  she’s the apple to my pie and the dairy to my lactose intolerant ass. dani u my ride or die and u know this :’))))

@teenhero​. BLYTHE. honest to god queen of indie, at the very least queen of my dash. you’re actual kim possible and actual sidney prescott. you give kim so much depth and i admire you so much for sticking with her and continuing to love her as long as you have. as for sidney, i’m blown away on a daily basis by how well you understand her character. i think scream may actually have been a true story and you’re really her! you made me want to do the best that i could and better on kirby and on noah or here too. you lighten up my dash always and you’re overall just amazing.

@atomicked ⭐ summer smith

@spellmanx @atomicked we luv u ok 

i’m not saying you both can choke but in all honesty if you did i wouldn’t be upset you feel,

     a  squeak  escapes her,  more pet than wanderer,  but she knows the arms about her waist,  and the chest her face is now buried into.     fragile  (  too fragile  )  hands come up,  looping as best the can around his neck and holding him close,  regardless of how she must stretch on her toes to do so.     she wants to ask about the urgency in his grasp,  to question the lack of introduction before the embrace,  but now,  she figures,  might not be the best of times.     so she chooses,  instead,  to revel in the warmth of his chest pressed against hers,  the solid comfort of his arms,  the continuous beating of his heart,  the exultant joy in the fact that in this body she could enjoy such things without unfettered responses from a certain dear sister of hers.     after a moment,  she hazards a glance up at his face.     she isn’t certain about what she finds there,  one of her hands moving to stroke gently across his cheek for some kind of answer,  an answer that she longs for.     but even as she waits she can luxuriate in his envelopment of her tiny frame,  and the sheer comfort that his presence brings her.

     and part of that is her fault,  she knows   –   if melanie was here,  not some  thing  encased in melanie’s   beloved   body,  things might be  different  .     so much so that it makes it difficult to   breathe   ,  sometimes.     but any apology she might make   –   for herself,  for melanie,  for her kind,  to the humans and their home that the souls had so glibly taken   –   would probably fall on deaf ears,  and she could hardly blame him.          “ w-well. ”          she struggles out a word,  doing all she can to remain outwardly contained,          “ in that,  you’re doing   remarkably   well. ”