So my BFF @wellwitchings got me a lil gift at FlameCon.

“Wendy...” Endora’s voice rises as she stretches out the other witch’s name. She can’t help but feel as if she’s being made fun of, even if that isn’t Wendy’s intention, and she doesn’t like it. “You can’t blame me for wanting you to be safe, can you?”

when you n bae are on the same wavelength about the most random shit 

“do you mind giving me a hand down here?” it’s that sort of tone where it’s not a question so much as a polite nudge for someone to pitch in. he moves more of the dirt from it’s resting place. “these bones aren’t going to move themselves.”

“Counteroffer. I propose we jus’ sit here an’ wait for th’ first poor idiot who’s clueless enough to go in there, then walk behind ‘em.”

GOD, FOR REAL THOUGH.