a relationship with a good flirt to roast ratio
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a relationship with a good flirt to roast ratio
‘ BITCH. ‘
hyacinthsgirl replies:
something good is up
(jean voice) i can’t believe my two favourite people in this world are friends
quietly watches chris and joan interact. ‘ my girls. ‘
tickles her nape
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Shrieks, body freezing entirely as he just doesn’t stop. This just in: don’t tease a person who knows all your weakest points. This is what happens. “Please—” at this point, Joan is whimpering. She’s not even laughing. She looks like she’s been robbed of her salad (and that is a terrible thing to happen). “M-mercy!—” how can someone satiate this man’s cruelty?
me: oh yea it's been years I'm over it
also me: *was actually irreparably changed to the point that my personality and the way I interact with others and my insecurities are, even today, a direct result of what happened*
piyushch:
The goofiest of smiles spreads on her face: it’s evident that Joan doesn’t mind being caged like this. (Not such a weird thing, considering his warmth and affection are both highly appreciated.) His mumble tickles her a bit—since he stuffed his head in the crook of her neck. “You know,” Joan starts, voice low and audible only to him. “You’re really warm. If you keep sticking to me like this, I might not tear off when you need to go,” that wasn’t a threat. Probably.
he’s still not looking at her —— he’s busy with silently brooding and hiding from the world. the only thing you can see beneath the blanket and joan is his black hair, messy strands standing out in all directions. her words don’t really make his mental state any better. he groans. god. he doesn’t wanna work today.
‘ can’t i just ... i don’t know ... stay home and not let you go instead? ‘ an unlikely possibility, but he muffles it against her neck nevertheless, completely mindless of his closeness.
where’s my oscar for acting like i’m not falling apart
i don’t care for the cliche fairytale endings.
i just want my family, i just want my friends, and i just want my life.
i’ll be happy with that.
me, seeing fanart of a dead phillip: why tf is eliza holding john’s corpse
takes a nap in the greenhouse
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You are so ugly im sorry
Dont apologize u didnt choose to be blind