There are so many things he loves about Andrew falling asleep with him, Neil muses drowsily. The warm, solid chest against his back is one of the best feelings he’s ever had, topped at a slim margin by the arm under his pillow. It makes Neil feel safer than any gun he’s ever kept there.
The other arm is usually wrapped snugly around Neil’s waist on the nights they fall asleep together, and Neil fights not to chuckle to himself as he remembers the way that, when he falls to old habits and starts to hug himself to sleep, Andrew will immediately smack Neil’s arm away and slide his own possessively into its place.
And, God, Andrew’s biceps. Andrew’s hugs are one of the best things that’s ever happened to him. How could he possibly think about his Mom’s perfunctory holds anymore when he wakes up to those biceps wrapped around him? It’s been months since the first time and sometimes he still wakes up feeling disoriented at the sensation of being completely comfortable and safe.
i love being part of this fandom bc you know there are old rock dads like: oh yeah I like the licks and the chords and this type of guitar and the synth and the-
meanwhile the tumblr goblin crew are like: Did u kno that this particular ghoul’s name is FruitLoop and he likes to chomp & stomp and is also GAY
A lotta people look on that enneagram wit a lotta lotta hate
cause they’re not strong like us
strategic like us
not fueled by rage and anger and hatred like us
enneagram 3s wanna fuck bitches, get money
but honey
with that weakass ego ya yolk just gonna be runny
I’m sorry
if you want those dolla dolla bills
all yo pussyfooting ya gonna have ta fucking kill
develop your mother fucking sense of self
or put your fucking dreams back on the shelf
what up what up
I’m an enneagram 8
A lotta lotta people look on my enneagram wit a lotta lotta hate
cause we’re wrong, day sus
they ain’t evoking power like us
they can’t put their emotions in a cage like us
ay m8
I’m not trying to spread hate
I’m just trying to say
I’m a motherfucking enneagram 8
*crowd cheers*
*bows*
Aye yo I’m Mbtilluminati
I’m an ISFP and a total hotty
You got a whole lotta Se, and I guess that’s okay
But I got badass Te while you got weakass Fe
*ESTPs everywhere stop what they’re doing*
*gets beaten up by like 29472948573 ESTPs* …perhaps I should take back my verse
ay yo MBTI illuminati
it’s alright, that work isn’t shotty
we don’t need to beat you up
maybe we’ll just meet up
your inferior isn’t a match for our tertiary
so prepare and say your hail mary’s
Ayy this is one really big clam
Rapping is just the way that I am
I’m an INTJ
And like they all say
I don’t even give a damn
INTJ
I gotta say
as you are,
I am
I also don’t give a damn
Winter fell and dropped this sick ass beat
To say greetings from an INTP
I’m am enneagram 6 with a wing of 5
We take 8s like you and we eat them alive
m8 m8 m8
Your Se is a total fail
who’s behind you?
Me
ready to rap back
to this sick ass winter beat
Hello it’s me, An INTP. Rapping isn’t really my favourite game But I’m sure if I try I’ll put you to shame 5 wing 4, I use Ti more, And with my Ne and my rhymes you’ll flee, And with Si, I’ll remember this, and cherish it for years to come.
