It’s the Whoring 20s and I’m ready to live my life like Winnie the Pooh… crop top… pussy out… fat as all shit… loves his friends, zero thoughts in his head… delectable lifestyle
Me, relistening to murder on the rockport limited: I want to see my little boy
Griffin, dm and best friend: a young boy, who is wearing a fancy boy suit, and a blue fancy boy cap- dressed up very fancily.
Me, vibrating with joy: HERE HE COMES
Greta deserved to be nominated!
Odysseus: Achilles, I dare you to-
Patroclus: Achilles isn’t allowed to accept dares anymore
Achilles: apparently I have “no regard for my personal well-being”
This is the Baby Money Yoda, reblog in the next 60 seconds of seeing this to receive a blessing from our green bean prince.
I really want to write a story with this title now. Mine is: The Land of Nightmares and Smoke
Stephen: Can I have a fry
Tony: You should have ordered your own
Stephen: *starts to raise his sling ring*
Tony, glares at him and squirts him with water: dont you fucking dare use your sparkle hands bitch