Alright so, I have this headcanon that John doesn’t like most pets. Like, he”s okay with dogs and cats and turtles and frogs and whatever weird menagerie of animals people want to own. But the only thing he’s ever wanted since he was like, what, five? A snowy white bunny rabbit. I don’t know why, I seriously don’t. But probably one of the ones that grow to be really big because I just know John would lay in bed and pick it up and be silly with it and then his arms would probably get tired and it’d just plop on his face.

And let me tell you he would love that bunny when he gets it. But he probably wouldn’t get it until he’s about sixteen, seventeen because bunnies are really really fragile and Dad just knows that it wouldn’t have lived too long and that would have broken kid John’s heart. So he gets it and he’s a huge softy to it. Like seriously, talking to it like it’s his baby and spending almost all his time with it.

He name’s it Strider but he doesn’t tell Dave that. He doesn’t even tell Dave he has the bunny because he’s afraid that Dave will make fun of him or something because bros make other bros feel like sissies when it comes to stuff like that.

And Dave gets annoyed because John just keeps ditching him and he doesn’t know why so he follows him home and sneaks in and he kind of stands outside john’s door all judgmental like until he sees the cute ass bunny and hears John cooing and melting over the darn thing (“C’mere Strider, yes you’re the cutest little fluffy bunny.” Seriously. Full out baby talk I’m telling you.)

just. Dave waits before walking in and calling Strider cute n’ stuff and poking fun at John for naming it after him but he calls him a dork and nudges him and woo brocuddles with Strider bunny.

I think I just gave myself a cavity.

ghostbusterbabe:

ask—davejohn:

eb: im sure you didnt mean any harm anon 

eb: but one can receive so many asks about the same thing without getting fucking tired

(( this was rushed sorry if it looks weird haha„ ))

yorshs:

when ppl think that dave and bro had this really angtsy cold distant relationship with each other

(via shinjaninja)

plajus:

allyallyoxenfreak:

dianekurger:

fredweesley:

what if your boobs came with zippers and instead of fat inside it you could store like money and shit and that’s how you get bigger boobs

if i stored my money in my boobs i’d be flat-chested

my mom calls it the Twin Titty Bank