If Arthur Lester Has A Million Fans, Then I Am One Of Them. If Arthur Lester Has Ten Fans, Then I Am

immensely inspired by @potato-lord-but-not because of these silly little podcast men... they helped me bake the strawberry muffins from the ask that @sleepinbird sent :3

please ignore the BURNT ASS ABOMINATIONS that resulted from not checking the oven timer. the other half of the batch was fine!

real

Welp.

(My only hope for S5 is an evil unicorn. I want one so bad please Harlan I don’t ask for much please give us a unicorn please please PLEASE)

LOL THIS IS SO REAL

i giggled at this i NEED possesive arthjr pls pls pls harlan

I want possessive arthur so bad. I want team jarthur to find the cult that worships hastur and they immediately go "oh, my king, we must find you a proper vessel" and before John can even get out a huff arthur snaps "fuck off! he's not your king, he is my undefeated! your half of a god couldn't pry him away from me, you will not either"

POV: you’re trying to distract your bodymate from noticing you’re trying to kill his new friend the priest

I always remember than when I found out in part 40 that John could astral project the first thing I said out loud was Gay sex is back on the table

LMAOAOAOAOA

i wish arthur was possessive with john like imagine that kind of bl

STOP DOING THIS TO ME AHDHGSGHH

I can't stop thinking about Arthur begging Kayne to bring John back to him in Coda, and yet when he meets Yellow in season 3, he pretty much immediately says he hates him and everything he represents. Arthur cannot stop comparing Yellow to John, and in doing so he alienates the very voice he was so desperate to have back in his head. John is put on a pedestal while Yellow is left in the dirt. Yellow couldn't even choose a name for himself like John did.

"You're not John. You're just Yellow."

Arthur is impatient and mourning, and Yellow never had a chance. Arthur was ready to die for John, but he couldn't handle grieving him.

OH MY GOD OH MY GODHSHHAHAHAHS

I will start sobbing violently no one look at me

Poem by Natalie Wee