Embrace your clownery, SaltyFroggo.
“Oh my god I love Damien! He’s such an innocent bean! I love the Mayor!”
…is this your man?
Lucio: Hey! What you did today, honey?
Loona: I accidentally joined a cult.
Lucio: That sounds like something I would do.
Loona: Nah... At first I thought you were cheating, but then I realized that I misunderstood the concept of the word fuck-
Lucio: The fuck..?!
Asra: Welcome to the "Fuck Lucio" support group, where we gather to say "Fuck you” to the insufferable Count of Vesuvia
Asra: But first, a few words from our newest member
MC, sweating: So, I may have misunderstood-
Don’t know if I can call him baby boy anymore...
DEFINITELY NOT SAD ABOUT THIS! 😳🤣
I thought Flug was weak but, hell, he can lift Demencia with one arm, that’s new.
First of all, thanks for tagging me, gorgeous!!! 🥰
Now...
I give you...
I will indeed “keep the baby”, so the inner nostalgic me doesn’t scream in my face... 🤣💁🏾♀️
The person I am tagging is: @crazyyfaaangirl
TAG GAME: You’ve found out that you’re pregnant…. the last person that you saved on camera roll is the dad and the last meme you saved is his reaction.
thanks for the tag @musicalmuffindog1410 😉
Yum...😏
tagging whoever wants to play!
Keon x John exists and I absolutely despise this If I have to live with this knowledge, so do you
Can any of you two share a cute detail about Muriel, that he wouldn't admit himself?
one time i walked in on him singing a sick chicken to sleep ˉ̞̭(′͈∨‵͈♡)˄̻ ̊ - asra
Brazilian Natural Curly Hair™ problems, ladies and gentlemen...
Please, never complain in front of someone with curly hair if your hair is straight!!! NEVER!!!
mood after watching vol. 2:
MY BOY DESERVED THIS!!! 😭💔
At Eddie’s graduation, you’re yelling the loudest. You’re pumping your fist, screaming “Eddie Eddie Eddie!” as the Principle of Hawkins High begins reading the student’s names out. Wayne is laughing along beside you, not caring about the side eyes the pair of you are getting. The principle isn’t at the letter ‘M’ yet – not even at the letter ‘F’ – but still, “Eddie Eddie Eddie!” you roar.
You can see the back of his head. See the graduation cap sitting on top of his brilliant curls. He turns around, and there is his beautiful, boyish face. Pretty brown eyes that you’d know from a mile away. Class of 86′ baby, he’d grinned this morning, pecking you on the lips after you’d adjusted his graduation cap.
You’d brought your Polaroid and was taking snaps of him getting ready – forced both Wayne and Eddie into the shot so you could get a picture of the pair. A keepsake. You’d handed it to Wayne after it had developed, and he’d tried to hide the smile that was blooming on his face, but he couldn’t hide the tears that were welling in his eyes. He did it, he whispered. Yeah, he did. Touch and go for a while, but yeah, there he is, sitting with the graduating class, turning around and looking for your voice.
When he finds you, you wave wildly. A grin splits his face in the middle. You blow him a kiss and he blushes, catching it and smacking it on the side of his cheek. You start yelling his name again, and he blooms a deeper shade of red. Starts telling you to shhh, mouthing, stop it, but know he’s loving it. Loving the attention – loved it when you’d draped the gown over his arms, covering the healing scars. i’m so proud of you, you’d whispered, and Eddie had smiled, his eyes going a lighter shade of brown as warmth filled his body. you’d cupped the side of his face, “my beautiful boy.”
“Eddie Munson,” the principle reads out, and Wayne and you start yelling. Start screaming and clapping and roaring and you get up on your seat, standing on the plastic to get a better look as he starts walking the stage and there he is, taking his diploma, bashfully grinning. Someone starts calling your name. You turn to the sound and Dustin is hobbling towards you, getting to the seat you’d saved for him. You help him up, and when Eddie finally turns to you, he see’s the pair of you – his favourite people – hugging and yelling his name.
— 𝕾𝖚𝖕? 𝕾𝖍𝖊/𝕳𝖊𝖗, 20 𝖞.𝖔.. – ᴡʀɪᴛᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴍᴀᴛᴇᴜʀ ᴅɪɢɪᴛᴀʟ ᴀʀᴛɪꜱᴛ ᴏɴ ʜɪᴀᴛᴜꜱ – ʏᴇꜱ, ɪ'ᴍ ᴀ ᴡᴇᴇʙ, ᴀ ɢᴇᴇᴋ, ᴀ ʙᴏᴏᴋᴡᴀʀᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ꜱɪᴍᴘ ᴏɴ ᴀ ᴅᴀɪʟʏ ʙᴀꜱɪꜱ – ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛʟʏ: ᴍᴏᴜʀɴɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ᴍᴇᴛᴀʟʜᴇᴀᴅ – ʏᴇᴀʜ, ɪ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ.
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