#1 brain cell

[123artist-freak123]

hmmm you remind me of someone…

Okay real talk tho it took me way to long to realize they was @imafangirlforsure now I’m like 99% sure this is them 😭🙏 guys I’m forgive me I’m not that smart 😔

[oiv3]

12 year olds are the most unhinged people I’ve been with. (I love them.

“guys i got an notifcations that someone got kidnapped” “yeah thats me” 🧍‍♀️

“I remember when I was a baby, my brother got jealous and slapped me.”

[juliecurve]

so i love lukes soft ba-da but look at reggie. hes just vibing completely unaffected by whats going on

[hopeless-biromanticc]

Of all things I had expected, i did not expect Dr Strange opening the multiverse by mistake while helping a teenager who wont shut up.

I cant stop thinking about his HELP

[mvnsons]

A few days after all that crazy shit in the Upside Down, Eddie had gone on a little bender. Booze and bud free-flowing until he was thoroughly cross-faded, high and drunk enough that he didn’t see red lightning or demobats every time he’d closed his eyes.

He’d been laying on his bed when Dustin came by to check on him. Because of course Henderson would be the one to drop by unannounced, worried about his buddy. Eddie had sat up, head swimming, to grab Henderson by the face, grinning, pulling him into a hug. He let the kid hang out for a while, unfortunately with the loose lips of a guy too far gone on the cheap beer and weed.

And he’d confessed to Dustin, hadn’t he? About that stupid little crush he’d had on Steve, even back in Steve’s douchey days; about how maybe that little spark had been reignited by the changes he’d seen in Steve. “Very metal.” He’d said. But now? Now that he’s and Steve are hanging out in his van, Eddie’s hoping Dustin didn’t mention it to Steve. Maybe Steve’s just hanging out with him because of some shared trauma or something?

Eddie rolls his joint perfectly, grinning like an idiot as he holds it out for Steve’s inspection. “Looks good, right?” He asks, and his eyes are glittering. He doesn’t even know if Steve smokes, but there’s a first time for everything. He slides a metal Zippo lighter from the pocket of his vest -- the one Steve wore over his bare chest -- and lights the end of the joint in one fluid moment, the cap clicking back into place, lighter sliding back into his pocket. He takes a long drag, holding the smoke in even as residual smoke from the lit paper curls around his head. As if the inside of the van isn’t hazy enough. “You want a hit?”

@bloodcrcwned​

[dabbingonronpa]

"iS THaT a FLoAtiNG PiNt gLaSS"

[moss-boi24]

Jesus: I died for your sins

Jetut: I died for your tans

Jecuc: I died for your cos

[nicalculator12]

Why does this look like a hostage situation