#and finding this

[tomatoluvr69]

I Thought. we might Need. Some fig newtons.

[leondraisaitlsglove]

└ May 5th 2019 | Sweden vs Finland | Carlson Hockey Cup 

[ohsuni]

why am i just hearing “cocktail” by ikon where has this song BEEN my whole life

[akikos-tribble-army]

Believe it or not, but there is a fanfic chapter out there which is five years old, where Law is wearing an Altaria Pokémon costume and is also fighting in it.

[ridiculous-imagines]

"So Matt," Josh purred. "What do you have in store for us today?" He sat eagerly on their king sized bed. The enthusiasm dripped from his every word. He tried not to sound desperate, but how could he? Matt took three bottles of Sky vødka from his nap sack. "Butt chugging." Josh almost leapt off the bed in excitement. Instead, he simply got on all fours immediately. He shook with profound fear joy as he awaited the bottle. With one fluid motion, Matt shøved the mouth into the boy's rectum. A shiver went down his spine as the alcohol rushed to his blood. Suddenly a quiet "bawk" was heard. Josh looked back at Matt. "Did you just bawk at me?" "No I thought that was you." They stood there naked and afraid. Until a beak appeared from Joshs asshole. Out from the tall man's fancy hole walked a tipsy chicken. He strutted and stumbled across the room. He stopped dead in his tracks. "Bennie?" he said, eyeing the black lab. "Jeb?" Bennie returned. "I'm sorry for what happened in Wyoming. I was drunk and I'm drunk now. Please just let me go and we can sort this all out when I'm sober," Jeb pleaded. Then Bennie ate him. And Matt and Josh watched. Josh had vødka spilling outta his ass but he still watched. "Put the next bottle in," Josh begged. "No. There's too many chicknes. Sort yourself out first. We're through." "Noooooooo." To be continued???

[lonelysailings-archive-blog]

out of arrows ;; There’s a lot of negativity around lately. This fandom was always one I loved for being so gentle and welcoming -- let’s remember that, please, and be kind. Vagueblogging hurts. Angry words hurt. So can we just -- I don’t know -- remember that there are people behind every blog? And that someone is there reading these things -- someone with feelings and a life and a lot more to them than you’ve seen in just out of character posts or over Skype? 

Thank you, loves. Have a good night, everyone, and please stay safe and stay kind. <3

[churrete-argumental]

Mom why do you check my mail. Like, I will notice if you open emails I haven't checked yet.