[ The After Party Core ]

platonic bapa come back to me

the..the.. the lesbian and the himbo theyre.. theyre best friends..

Bloch Pointe Shoe Keychain 🩰

[ under pressure ]

“ Hensper aesthetic edit for v-day!

the husky & golden retriever is their fursona/j ”

they make me sick/aff

Wait… you mean to say we were deprived of Tina Cohen-Chang and Mike Chang singing Therapy??

the sluttiest thing a man can do is be evan peters

rewatching the pilot i miss my sillies

please don’t jump me but why does df tumblr hate bapa so much? like the last df fandom i was in was tiktok and bapa was a big ship there. i don’t personally ship any df characters, i’m just curious!!!

help i just saw someone say glee was diana reid’s schizophrenic hallucination 😭

you guys would loooove the version of glee that exists in my head where tina is the main character and gets also the solos and sings every song that I like and okay yeah maybe you wouldn't but I would and I think that's a start

SOOO CRAZY GOOD!!!! this is one of those fics that stay in ur head like it’s canon!!!

now that I'm grown, I'm scared of ghosts (memories feel like weapons)

Relationships: Max Thunderman & Phoebe Thunderman, Chloe Thunderman & Phoebe Thunderman

Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Injury, Minor Violence, Max Thunderman Needs a Hug, Phoebe Thunderman Needs a Hug, Non-Linear Narrative, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, Angst with a Happy Ending, so much of the hurt but also so much of the comfort

Summary

"You said there is nothing we can do out here,” she said. “What about in there?”

“In where?” Colosso asked.

“His head,” Phoebe stated with some kind of conviction that made no sense in the situation. She was running headfirst into this just as blind as everyone else. Someone had to find the right answer here and she was nothing if not an overachiever. The fact that she couldn’t exactly look at her brother didn’t need to be mentioned. “The dream. Nightmare. If we can’t wake him up from out here, we can do it in there.”

“Would that work?” Chloe asked, looking between her and every other ‘adult’ in the room. Phoebe rarely disliked being in charge, but this was one of those few moments she wished she had someone to look at too. Someone who could actually tell her what she was supposed to do here.

Because would that work? She had no idea. But she couldn’t say that.