I am obsessed that Damian’s contingency for Jason was to basically “kill him with love and kindness”.
Boy, this is why the man has trust issues!

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I am obsessed that Damian’s contingency for Jason was to basically “kill him with love and kindness”.
Boy, this is why the man has trust issues!
I freaking knew that Jay couldn't forgive himself for Marcus! Damn Jay and his pretty heart! He would give his life for this! If he doesn't live, I'm literally going to lose my mind!
It's Monday once again and we could all use a good laugh.
Why does Snoop Dogg always carry an umbrella? Fo' Drizzle.
Have a wonderful Week!
I was giggling at these and had to fucking post this one cause this one got me the worst out of them so far @escapedfromthevoiid
oh thats why i missed the kiss kip gave to butcher on the stream
jays ass was in the way :)
I can't look at Curtis Axel without thinking Gully Bully
“I lost Farah. Have you seen her? Zara's gonna KILL me.” (jay)
let it be known: the princess has no words.
let it also be known: this is not entirely true.
❝ how do you lose a person? we’re at the beach —– there is literally nowhere to go !! ❞
eyebrows knit and lips purse as the man swoops around their site like a tornado, appropriately kicking up sand wherever his feet touch ground. she swears she even sees him lift a towel and check beneath it, and she almost mocks him for it. almost. but he is not wrong — his cousin will murder him for misplacing her sister. and while audrey is not wholly against the idea of getting him ( and his sand ) out of her hair, the concept of dealing with a pissed off zara is exponentially more unpleasant.
❝ jay, ❞ she tries, setting her phone down on her thigh and pulling her sunglasses lower on her nose. the thief does not listen, however —– and what a thief he is, stealing her precious peace and quiet. a delicate, but oh so disapproving, huff through her nose. ❝ jay. he— oh my god … jay! ❞
❝ what?! ❞
❝ did you check the bathroom? ❞
❝ … shit. ❞
❝ you have got to be kidding me. ❞
We may be terrible people but we're terrible together.
Jay: If it's an inconvenience let me know and I'll cab it.
Me: NOPE! I gotchu!
Jay: Thanks sweetums.
Me: My pleasure shmoopsie
Jay: What did you say? Who's shmoopsie you bastard? Is that your WHORE?
Jay: I found hair on your jacket.
Me: No no - "My pleasure shmoopsie' is the brand of real doll I ordered while you were gone.
Jay: Oh. Baby, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to fly off the handle like that.
Jay: I hope the NSA reads these texts. It'd be good melodrama for them.
Me: WHO'S THE NSA? YOUR HAREM YOU CHEATING TWAT?
Me: MY MOTHER WARNED ME ABOUT YOU!
Jay: NSA IS YOUR MOTHER - WE'RE IN LOVE!!!
Me: THAT BITCH! jokes on you though. I gave her herpes!
Jay: NNNOOOOOO. If only Bill Gates could find a cure for that instead of wasting his efforts on stupid polio.