Or maybe… Mordecai lost his train of thought. Up on stage, with the electric guitar in hand, Benson looked on into the audience. At Mordecai. Into Mordecai's eyes.

The world was no longer what he formally knew. Everything had changed so gradually that he didn't realize the difference until it was too late. Now he wished he could go back to the rut he had learned to hate. Benson/Misc. Benson/Skips.

It's not like Rigby wants to feel the way he does. He just does. And he's struggling to keep his feelings to himself. I don't think he can keep this up for long... Meanwhile, the creature that dwells in the dump grows impatient. MordecaixRigby

Sunday, in the brown, white and yellowish diner, sits a robin who wonders where she's going. A story in four parts inspired by the song "Sunday" from "tick, tick... BOOM!" COMPLETE

The bird began to traverse over the passage, his grip tightening even further... and all the world would slowly fade away, as if it were only a dream; a figment of his imagination, like the feeling that it's almost raining...

When you've known someone for so long, how do you define love without crumbling everything around you? Mordecai x Margaret, Mordecai x Rigby

Regular people tend to live regular lives. At least they seem to be regular at first. Or maybe it's just that one person's definition of regular is more bizarre to them than others. Rigby x Mordecai x Margaret. Cover art by MockingbirdFly.