Y/n, Bursting In: My Day Was Just Made!

omfg i forgot that i never showed tumblr my greatest achievement. my pride and joy, my pi-ass de résistance

i’m collecting these

Saw a post like this with negative outlook so I asked for it to be fixed

I finally creeped him out enough. (What did him in was talking about babies and how one gave me baby fever.) 😂

There is someone on twitter that thinks it’s okay to start a relationship with me calling him daddy. 😂😂

*doing paperwork late at night*

Price: This is homophobic

Laswell: … we are three minutes into June and you’re already on your bullshit

Price, pointing at her: Homophobic

Laswell: I HAVE A WIFE JOHN

Price: DOES SHE KNOW SHE MARRIED A HOMOPHOBE?

Ghost, sitting in the corner: I want to go to bed

I need everyone to understand that even as Palestinians, with everything that we grew up witnessing and learning about, some of what we've been seeing unfold in Gaza is still too horrific for us to bear or wrap our heads around

This is money cat. He only appears every 1,383,986,917,198,001 posts. If you repost this in 30 seconds he will bring u good wealth and fortune.

Please Reblog is Your Blog is Safe for Non-Binary People.

If my mutuals can’t rb this then we can’t be mutuals

These two at the same time pls. 🥺🥺 Ugh I’m so down for them.

Mhmm that too. I wanna be dead after that.

I would hope that I was used like a rag doll. I need to stuffed in multiple ways. I want to be a dead whore. 😂

It makes me giggle at the fact that you’re like nanami, now. I want both Nanami and Sanemi to tag team me. Like good bye walking. (It would be so worth it)

bestie tag-teaming implies they’re taking turns and that’s just not good enough.

I need BOTH. At the same time. I need to be a double stuffed spit roast incapable of breathing or leaking anything that ain’t them.

If I’m alive at the end of it, then we’ve gotta go again because clearly something didn’t go right. If my hair is still attached to my head?? They need to grip it harder. It my hips are still properly set?? Someone force me into the splits because clearly I wasn’t doing my job correctly.