im always here for a nice yapping session 🥰
1. what i most like about them
2. what i hate about them
3. my fancast of that character
4. fav fic w them in it
5. a headcanon i have
6. a headcanon someone else has
7. my unpopular opinion on them
8. my fav ship with them
9. i'll make them a moodboard
10. would i date them?
11. what i think of that character's friends
12. how i think their childhood was like
13. an image that reminds me of them
14. my fav au for them
15. my hc for their style
16. what song i think they'd like
17. i'll make them a playlist
18. gender/sexuality headcanons
19. could i be roomates with this character?
20. free yap post
my babies
🌞 & 🌜
the moon will sing a song for me
i loved you like the sun
Fuck trump
Hope kamala knows that she deserved to win tbh 😔
thanks to donald trump, china could start dropping bombs on my country at any moment.
congratulations on making kids fear for their lives, even across the world.
he would
mine - @rosekillermicrofic - word count: 289
“Evan,” Pandora said slowly, pulling a worn-looking t-shirt out of the basket of clean laundry she was folding. “What is this?”
Evan looked up from his Nintendo Switch and eyed the shirt before looking back down. “That’s a shirt,” he mumbled, wincing as a loud womp-womp sound echoed from the speakers.
Pandora let out a loud sigh and resisted the urge to slap her brother over the head. “I know it’s a shirt, you idiot,” she replied. “But whose is it?”
“Not mine,” Evan responded, not even looking her way this time.
It was at this point that Pandora considered getting a new roommate. “Right,” she nodded, gritting her teeth. “Do you know who it might belong to?”
But before Evan could give another helpful response, the bathroom door opened, and Barty Crouch–dressed in only his boxers– walked out, looking extremely comfortable, especially considering he didn’t live there.
“Oh, that’s mine! Thanks, Pan!” he said happily, taking the shirt from her hand and pulling it on before grabbing a banana from the table and jumping onto the couch next to Evan.
Pressing her fingertips to the bridge of her nose, Pandora reminded herself that murder was currently illegal. “Barty. Why was your shirt in the washer? At a flat where you don’t even live?” she demanded.
“Because it was dirty,” he explained, looking at her like she was crazy.
“Do I want to know why?” she asked, already knowing she didn’t.
“Probably not, honestly,” Barty replied, grinning.
But Evan, still mashing at buttons on his Switch, piped up. “It got all stained last night when we were fu-”
But Pandora decided she had enough. “I’m going to Lily’s,” she interrupted, deciding she was probably never going to come back.
thats basically the equivalent of soft grapes bro
NO AND THE THING IS
THERE ARE STRAWBERRIES THERES A CARTON RIGHT THERE BUR ITS FUCKIFN
THIS IS AN ATTACK ON MY S O U L
Hi chemmmm!! I promise I’m alive
- patch
😌
why is this actually so relatable 😭
that one time i tried to read a straight ship on ao3 and made it 2k words in and had to go to the tragic gays
hey alexa play “i hate it here by taylor swift”
ur gonna be great <3
everyone is doing this.... so will i
the notes thingy!! no rules. idk.
50 notes I'll drink water regularly
150 notes I'll fix my sleep schedule
300 notes I'll start saving money for the future
500 notes I'll come out to my family as bi
700 notes I'll come out to my boyfriend as bi
1000 notes I'll go to therapy
tagging some of yall to start the chain:))
@whydousernamesevenexist @kathryn-maraudersversion @mairon-goth-minion @noblehouseofgay @moonyswarmsweaters @earthisaweirdplace @look-a-gay @cool-lesbian-is-here @blueberry-b4gel
*cackle*
guards! read me my bedtime yaoi
tumblr should have an ” i feel u” button on posts
personally mine will be who fucked themselves up before bestowing the honor to me so now we are equals
My favorite family members will always be the ones that are equally as fucked up as me
I was so ahead of the curve, the curve became a sphere-- Chappell Roan my beloved
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