#mister-muppet

[loonaposting]

mister-muppet replied to your post: just call me fuckin velcro because man do i get...

omfg

if you found it funny reblog it u turd

[gallantmon]

7, 10, and 11(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ～

7. What are you really, really good at?

people tell me i’m a rly good singer

 10. How do you spend your free time?

listening to music or playing piano or tumblr pretty much

 11. Describe the way you dress in one sentence.

when i shop for clothes i try to look like harry styles.

[qlexie]

hey if u follow me ull get at least 1 bucket of kfc chicken ok goodbye friends

theme: i madE IT FOR YOU AND EVERYTHING. IT ONLY LOOKS LIKE THAT BECAUSE OF MEEEE 10/10

url: you finally explained it to me and its unique 10/10

avatar: itS YOU AND ITS GREAT SO YES 10/10

posts: I WOULDNT BE FOLLOWING YOU IF I DIDNT LIKE YOUR POSTS 10/10

[powderedtits]

Ricky.. not this isnt Ricky nope nope nopE

Run amok by panic and hunger, the once great nation of Ireland has spiraled out of control into dystopia. People have resorted to dire measures during the famine. Ricky, a young lad in his early 20’s, struts down the red light district of Dublin. The streets are ripe for the picking when it comes to the human market. People will do anything for the potato. Ricky was determined. Ricky was in high demand for his exceptional skill. The wealthy had flocked to Dublin in search of this perfect specimen. Bystanders stood gawking, helpless, at his immense beauty. Ricky was born lucky: jet black hair that hung down to his shoulders, jade green eyes, fair skin, chiseled jawline, a smolder that could kill. He possessed the body of countless hours spent plowing the fields, sweating for his country. But since the fields have gone barren, leaving his family in the desperate state it’s in now, Ricky has no other choice. A potential client approaches…