Hey Quick Thing

hey quick thing

i absolutely fucking do not condone inc*st or p*dophilia, fictional or not, and my aesthetics never depict things like that, so you can jot that down

tfw you get no memories when you want them and all the memories when you don't, lmao ✌

Dear Batsy. I know you never liked me calling you that, but it's a heck of a lot cuter than Bruce Wayne. Me and Robin miss you! And stop being so hard on yourself, you old bat. Hope we find you eventually, and. Happy Valentine's Day, hehe. Kisses, The Joker~ (The Lego Batman Movie)

i’m so homesick, but my home is a different universe. i want to return.

dear Osmond,

you were a major asshole. you took my life from me and turned it into a game show, designed for your own sick viewing pleasure. i could tell what you were doing in your little office, watching me burn my limbs over and over. and i don't know if i can ever quite forgive you for killing my fiancee.

but.. i know some of it wasn't your fault. it was people telling you what to do, and network execs letting some things slide as long as they were signed for. you took me back onto the show, as reluctant as i was, and i'm honestly glad i came back. i mean, i wouldn't have ever seen you again if i hadn't.

i don't know what possessed me to tell you to kiss me on stage that night. maybe it was the rush of being treated like a person- or maybe noticing that you wanted to treat me more than that. you were so gentle in that one moment, i forgot anything bad had ever happened. and, when i heard you'd gone to prison on the news, it actually hurt a little.

i was still pretty skeptical when you came knocking at my door the day after you got out asking for a place to stay, but. if i had to make the choice again, i'd still let you in. you were suddenly there for me, when nothing and no one else was, and.. yeah, i loved you. it wasn't a trick, i wasn't trying to fuck with your head, i loved you. still do, really.

so, Gene Osmond, if you're out there? your confused boyfriend loves you, very much, and hopes you don't feel too guilty.

with love, your Matt

petey, kiddo. if someone touches you, without your express permission? in a way you don't like?

fuck. them. up.

you're my boy now, and i'm not letting that shit happen to you. i don't want you drinking your life away at 16 like your old man.