Big Bubble Smoking A Joint (top Half) And Looking Coquette (bottom Half)

Big Bubble smoking a joint (top half) and looking coquette (bottom half)

Rip bubba I know you wouldve loved the coquette grannycore aesthetic

Hey, another cool idea. Bubba is transfemme in my eyes. Just my opinion. Shes just a futch.

bros the type to wag his fingers over a box of donuts while saying "don't mind if i do...heh.."

Lets talk about Nubbins exploring, barely going to the edge of town but its enough to still whatever slump he's in. A different, newer gas station, new houses...a taxidermist, a tool shop. He had always wondered where Drayton went off to on those weekdays, in between shifts at work. He was bored too, dammit!

If he was lucky he could pick up a few rides in the middle of the day, talk up a storm for sure if he could get the other person to. But when he had to walk...

Three miles wasnt too long to cover in the summer time, long days that ran well into almost 9 pm. He always managed to slip back home right around dinner, seeing that look Drayton gave, just knowing he got out, wigged some folks out - maybe stole a little. He never heard much of it, especially when Drayton was home and busy. Bubba never really had problems at home, anyway - (until that damn van ran up on the house..) Chores were done on the weekend to look busy when Drayton was home. The weekdays when Drayton was out at work were like dirt devils that loop and loop, wringing out Nubbins brain like a rag. He just had that itch, and you could really only stand that warm, stuffy place for so long before you busted out and ran. Maybe thats why Bubba spent so much time in the field, tending to those Sunflowers, getting seeds to sell at the gas station. Made just enough money at the end of the month for some good food.

And he always had something rattling around his pockets when he walked home. Stopping to sit on the side of a ditch, eat a little bit of what he had the change to grab.Hed picked up some dead branches, road kill in whatever store bag he had on him. He could always braid some leather, make a bracelet or two out of some hide to sell - If he found it fresh enough...And no one that went to Draytons had to know what was circling in that heater -squirrel, rabbit, hog, what-ever.

In that way, no matter what kind of shit Drayton threw at him for ditching the chores for a day, or kicking dirt up in the house - Nubbins did something. Nubbins provided too, hands on, the best that he could. Nothing at all could change his mind on that, not any row out or whooping could take that away from him. It made him feel like he really did have a stake in the house too. Like he could talk back a little.

Reblog to put one of these in your mutuals’ pocket when they’re not looking

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Happy Thursday!