#also like....trying to embarrass them like this is so funny

[holyblonded]

reds vs blues | always sunny is australia

pairings: sam kerr x teen!reader, chelsea wfc x teen!reader, arsenal wfc x teen!reader

summary: chelsea’s team bonding day at sam’s place, so they millie take the opportunity to trying to get you the chelsea

notes: i think this is my favorite chickie story

You enjoyed routines. They made you feel safe, grounded, like you had control over at least one part of your life.

Today was an off day, which meant you could follow your usual off-day schedule with no interruptions. Wake up at 5:45 AM, brush your teeth at 5:47 AM, breakfast—toast, eggs, and a protein shake— at 5:50 AM, and then a morning run and workout at 6:00 AM.

By the time you were jogging back to the house, sweat dripping down your back, you already had the rest of the day planned out in your head. After showering, you and Sam would go grocery shopping with the list Kristie had made for you both, and then you could spend the rest of the day relaxing. Routine. It was perfect.

Except when you pushed open the front door, expecting the usual peace of your home, you were instead met with a brick wall.

Except the brick wall was moving. You blinked up, heart racing, only to come face-to-face with Millie Bright.

Your body did what it always did when startled—fight or flight kicked in. And today, it was fight.

“OH HELL NO!”

Millie barely had time to react before you threw a punch. Luckily—or maybe unluckily—your fist never connected because suddenly, strong arms wrapped around your waist and lifted you off the ground.

“Chickie, stand down!” Sam yelled, laughing but also clearly trying to prevent an international incident.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN ‘STAND DOWN’? THERE’S AN INTRUDER IN OUR HOUSE!” you shouted, still flailing as Sam held you back.

“Mate, I’m the intruder? You just tried to knock me out in my own teammates house?” Millie asked, looking half amused, half impressed as she rubbed her chest.

That’s when you finally registered the amount of people in the living room. Chelsea players. All of them.

Your eyes darted around, taking in Erin Cuthbert, Guro Reiten, Zećira Mušović, and—oh god, why did it have to be Lauren James witnessing your public humiliation?

“What… what the hell is going on?” you breathed out, still slightly squirming in Sam’s grip.

“Yeah, so funny thing,” Sam said, grinning sheepishly. “I may have forgotten to tell you that the Chelsea squad was coming over for team bonding today.”

“TEAM BONDING?” you shrieked. “AND YOU DIDN’T THINK TO WARN ME?”

“I was gonna tell you!”

“WHEN?”

“…Probably after your run.”

“Well, you didn’t!” you huffed, glaring at her. “And now I just tried to punch your captain in the face!”

“You did try that,” Millie chuckled. “Gotta say, fast reflexes. Respect.”

“Yeah, no, I’m gonna go curl up in a hole and never come out again,” you muttered, hiding your face in your hands.

“Oh, come on, don’t be embarrassed,” Erin teased. “If anything, this just makes you an honorary Chelsea player. Half of us probably wanted to punch Millie at some point anyway.”

“Wow, okay,” Millie scoffed. “This is what I get for being nice?”

The room burst into laughter, and despite your burning embarrassment, you couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle too. Sam finally let go of you, but not before ruffling your hair like you were a misbehaving puppy.

“Welcome to Chelsea’s team bonding, Chickadee,” she said, still grinning. “You’re stuck with us now.”

You sighed dramatically. “This is literally the worst day of my life.”

“Oh, it’s only getting started,” Lauren said with a smirk. “We’re playing Mario Kart later. Hope you’re ready.”

You groaned. Routine was officially ruined.

The Chelsea squad should have known better than to challenge you at FIFA. You were unstoppable.

One by one, they had fallen. Erin, Lauren, Niamh, Erin, Guro, all of them left shaking their heads as you cruised through every match like a seasoned pro. It had gotten to the point where they weren’t even playing for fun anymore; they were playing to try and salvage what little dignity they had left.

“You’re a menace,” Lauren muttered, tossing the controller down after yet another humiliating loss. “This isn’t even fun anymore.”

“It’s fun for me,” you said with a smug grin, stretching your arms behind your head like you’d barely broken a sweat.

“Yeah, we got that,” Niamh grumbled, flopping down dramatically on the couch.

Millie, who had been watching the massacre unfold, cracked her knuckles and grabbed a controller. “Alright, move aside, amateurs. Time for the big guns.”

“Oh, this should be good,” Erin snickered, nudging Guro.

“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up,” Millie said, rolling her shoulders. “You’re all just mad you couldn’t get the job done. I am about to end this reign of terror.”

You snorted. “You sure about that?”

“Absolutely.”

Millie set up her team with the focus of someone preparing for war, but you noticed the smirk playing on her lips as she spoke again.

“So, Chickie,” she started casually, too casually, “what’s your contract situation at Arsenal again?”

You narrowed your eyes, already sensing the setup. “One-year deal.”

Millie’s smirk grew. “Interesting. Interesting. Y’know, Chelsea’s got some open spots next season. Big club, lots of trophies, amazing facilities…”

You rolled your eyes. “I’m a Gunner, Millie.”

She clicked her tongue. “No, you’re currently a Gunner. You could be so much more.”

You focused on the screen, determined to ignore her as the match kicked off. But that didn’t stop the entire Chelsea squad from jumping in.

“Imagine playing in blue,” Lauren mused. “Wouldn’t that suit you so much better?”

“Imagine all the assists you’d get from me,” Erin added.

“You and Sam, back to playing together again,” Niamh sighed dreamily. “A beautiful homecoming story, really.”

“Better wages, better teammates, better club,” Millie emphasized.

“Arsenal’s literally above you in the table right now,” you shot back.

The room erupted into gasps and dramatic reactions.

“OH, SHE WENT THERE.”

“COLD-BLOODED.”

Millie, still locked into the game, smirked. “You don’t have to answer now, but just think about it, yeah?”

You shrugged. “I am thinking about it.” Then, without breaking a sweat, you slotted a goal past her keeper and leaned back with a smug grin. “And my answer is still no.”

Millie groaned, raking a hand through her hair. “Oi, Sam, help me out here.”

Sam, who had been lounging on the couch watching all of this unfold, just shook her head with a knowing grin. “Nah, I already tried and failed. Not getting into this one. Besides, I let her make her own choices.”

Millie gawked at her. “You’re actually useless.”

The Chelsea girls immediately turned their teasing onto Sam.

“Wow, Sam, you had one job.”

“Captain Kerr, failing her Chelsea recruitment mission?”

“Embarrassing for you, really.”

“Alright, alright, enough,” Sam huffed, waving them off. “I don’t see any of you convincing her either.”

Meanwhile, you scored again, making Millie throw her head back in despair.

“This is rigged,” she groaned. “We’re running this back. Best of three.”

“I’ve already beaten everyone here,” you taunted. “Do you really wanna embarrass yourself further?”

Millie pointed at you. “One more game. If I win, you have to consider Chelsea.”

You thought about it for a second before smirking. “And if I win?”

Millie paused. “…What do you want?”

You grinned. “You have to record a video, in full Chelsea gear, saying London is red and post it on your story.”

The entire room exploded.

“Oh my god, do it.”

“There’s no way you’d actually agree to that.”

“Millie, your reputation’s on the line here.”

Millie exhaled deeply, staring at the screen like it had personally wronged her. Then, after a long pause, she sighed. “Fine. Let’s do this.”

Two minutes later, you were up 3-0.

Millie, groaning, dropped the controller and buried her face in her hands.

“You’re making me say London is red,” she mumbled.

“You agreed to it,” you said cheerfully.

The Chelsea squad was howling with laughter. Sam looked like she was about to cry.

“This is the best day of my life,” Lauren wheezed.

Millie lifted her head just enough to glare at you. “I hate you.”

You just smirked. “Keep trying, Bright. It’s never gonna happen.”

“You better cherish this moment because it’s never happening again,” Millie grumbled, arms crossed, glaring at your phone like it had personally wronged her.

You grinned, holding up the camera. “Alright, go on then.”

Millie inhaled deeply, like she was preparing to walk through fire. “London is red,” she said, voice flat, eyes dead inside.

“Louder,” you prompted, barely containing your laughter.

Millie shot you the filthiest look, but she had no choice. The entire Chelsea squad was watching, waiting, smirking. So, through gritted teeth, she repeated, “London is red.”

You smirked, tilting your head. “And what about Chelsea?”

Millie exhaled through her nose like a bull seeing red. “…Second best.”

That was it. That was the moment the room exploded.

Erin was howling, clutching her stomach. Lauren collapsed onto the couch, wheezing. Guro had to lean against the wall for support.

“This is history,” Lauren gasped, wiping fake tears from her eyes.

“You actually made her say it,” Erin wheezed.

Guro just shook her head in disbelief. “I never thought I’d see the day.”

Millie, still fuming, muttered something under her breath before reluctantly posting the video to her Instagram story. The moment it went live, her phone blew up.

Within seconds, Leah Williamson reposted it with a million laughing emojis and the caption: The biggest win of the season.

Beth Mead added: Millie Bright, Arsenal’s newest signing?

Alessia Russo posted it with: She really said it with her chest followed by a crying emoji.

Even Millie’s own England teammates were absolutely roasting her.

“Delete it,” Millie grumbled, burying her face in her hands.

“Nope,” you chirped. “That’s staying on the internet forever.”

She groaned, slumping forward onto the couch. “I hate you so much.”

You patted her shoulder. “I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.”

A few hours later, the Chelsea girls invited you to lunch. After the FIFA massacre and Millie’s public humiliation, you figured you deserved a good meal. And for the most part, it was a nice, normal lunch. You were sitting next to Sam, deep in conversation about how adjusting to English seasoning was, when suddenly—

“So, Chickie…”

You froze. That tone. That voice. You knew exactly what was coming.

“No,” you said immediately.

Millie frowned. “I didn’t even say anything yet.”

“I know what you’re gonna say.”

Erin smirked from across the table. “We all know what she’s gonna say.”

Millie ignored her, leaning in with a conspiratorial smile. “Listen, I just think you’d look really, really good in Chelsea blue.”

You groaned, dropping your head onto the table. “Millie, give it a rest—”

“No, hear me out—”

“No!”

“You, Sam, same team again, beautiful reunion—”

“Millie.”

“A club that actually wins trophies—”

Lauren snorted into her drink.

“You wanna get sued for slander?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

Millie just grinned. “All I’m saying is, we can make this happen.”

You turned to Sam, desperate for backup. “Please tell her to stop.”

Sam, sipping her drink casually, just shook her head. “Nah. I already tried and failed. Not getting into this one.”

Millie gasped dramatically. “Sam, you already had your go. Stay out of this.”

The entire table erupted into laughter.

“Sam, come on man.”

“One job, just the one.”

Sam just rolled her eyes. “Yeah, yeah, whatever.”

The next day at training, you were casually chatting with Alessia, Kyra, and Vic about Millie’s relentless recruitment efforts.

“She just won’t quit,” you sighed, shaking your head.

Kyra, nearly choking on her water, laughed. “She’s obsessed.”

Alessia smirked. “I knew she’d try something, but this is actually ridiculous.”

“What’s ridiculous?”

You turned to see Leah Williamson standing a few feet away, arms crossed, her face unreadable.

“Oh, Millie keeps trying to convince me to join Chelsea,” you said casually, completely oblivious to the way Leah’s entire soul seemed to leave her body.

“She what?!”

Kyra, Alessia, and Vic started dying on laughter. Leah on the other hand looked like she was about to have a full-blown panic attack.

You blinked at her, confused. “Yeah, I told her I’m a Gunner.”

Leah stared at you. You, standing there all innocent, all cute, completely unaware of the chaos you had just caused. Something in her snapped— before she even knew what she was doing, she stepped forward and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “I have taught you well.”

Then, without another word, she turned on her heel and marched toward Renee.

You frowned. “Uh… what is she doing?”

Alessia, still laughing, clapped you on the back. “Oh, you’ll see.”

From across the field, you could see Renee’s eyes widen as Leah started talking. Renee’s hands were in the air. She was pacing, looking like she was about to combust. Then, she vanished.

And when she reappeared just before lunch, she looked way too pleased with herself. She plopped down next to you on the bench and grinned. “Just a heads up—there’ll be some changes to your contract soon.”

You frowned. “What? Why?”

Renee just patted your shoulder like you were a clueless child, which you were. “No need to worry about it.”

You were so confused.

By the time you got home, Kristie and Sam were waiting for you, smirking.

“Uh… what’s going on?” you asked warily.

Kristie leaned against the counter, looking smug. “Arsenal increased your release clause.”

Your jaw dropped. “Wait, what?”

Sam shrugged. “They basically made sure Chelsea can’t afford you.”

You blinked. The realization hit you like a truck. “Wait— Leah did this?!”

Kristie and Sam burst into laughter.

You groaned, flopping onto the couch. “Oh my god, I’m never gonna hear the end of this.”

Somewhere, in another part of London, Millie Bright was probably screaming.

[spr1ngtweaks]

Headcanons – When They Actually Blindfold Harley for Hide-and-Seek

(Or: The One Time Everyone in the Executive Team Was in Immediate Danger)

✩ Request by @althewendigo ✩

🕶️ The Setup

It starts as a joke.

After the last game, everyone (except Harley) was dying laughing about how utterly paranoid he was.

Stella, in her chaotic wisdom, suggests:

“Alright, but what if we made it worse? What if we blindfolded him and made him the seeker?”

Leith and Eddie are immediately on board.

Harley? Absolutely not.

“This is, without a doubt, the stupidest thing I have ever heard.”

“No. Absolutely not.”

“I will kill you all before I allow this to happen.”

…So naturally, they do it anyway.

🎭 The Rules

Harley gets a ten-minute head start to sit with the blindfold on and "mentally prepare" (which is just him plotting your collective downfall).

Everyone else gets to scatter and hide.

The goal? Survive.

There are no winners—only survivors.

👨‍⚕️ Harley, the Most Terrifying Blindfolded Seeker

The moment he stands up, the air changes.

The usual paranoia? Gone. He has nothing left to lose.

He immediately moves with purpose.

Which is terrifying because he can’t see anything.

He’s just listening. Calculating.

Every creak in the floor, every breath held too long—he knows.

“You do realize this is unfair to the rest of you, yes?”

“I don’t need sight to find you. I just need to listen.”

Leith panics.

Leith hates this.

He thought this would be funny.

This is not funny anymore.

“Oh, this was a mistake. A massive mistake.”

Eddie starts actively regretting this entire plan.

Stella? Still thriving.

“I love this. I LOVE THIS.”

🎯 How He Finds Each of Them

🎭 Leith Pierre – The First One to Get Found

Leith was breathing too hard.

He made the grave mistake of hiding in the main hallway, thinking it would be safe.

It was not safe.

Harley stopped walking. Tilted his head. Listened.

"You breathe too loudly, Pierre."

Leith doesn’t even have time to move before Harley grabs his shoulder.

Leith screams.

Harley sighs.

“You’re weak. You didn’t even last five minutes.”

“You deserve to be eliminated first.”

"Go sit down before you embarrass yourself further."

🎭 Eddie Ritterman – The One Who Almost Got Away

Eddie actually did really well for a while.

He found a great spot in one of the old storage rooms.

But then? He shifted his weight.

A single creak. A single. Damn. Creak.

Harley turned instantly.

“Ritterman...”

“Don’t make me come over there.”

Eddie stops breathing.

Harley starts walking in his direction anyway.

Eddie tries to slowly crawl away.

Too late.

Harley reaches out, grabs his sleeve, and just—

“Got you.”

“Unfortunate.”

🎭 Stella Greyber – The One Who Fought Back

She should’ve been scared.

She was not.

Instead of running, she tried to fake him out.

Started throwing random objects in other directions to mess with his echolocation.

It worked for like five minutes—until Harley figured out the pattern.

The moment he did, she was done.

“Oh. You think you’re clever, don’t you?”

“Unfortunately, you are also predictable.”

“Shame.”

Stella was found when she tried to throw a wrench.

Harley dodged it. Without seeing.

“Nice try.”

🎭 You – The Impossible Target

You? You made yourself a ghost.

Not a single sound. Not a single movement.

Harley knows you’re still hiding.

He hates that he can’t find you.

He knows you’re watching him.

He knows you’re waiting for the right moment.

"This is getting irritating."

Eddie and Leith are already telling you to just give up.

Harley is now actively pissed.

You wait until he’s just a little too close before—

You grab his wrist.

WHISPER, RIGHT IN HIS EAR:

“Found you first.”

Harley. Jumps.

Immediately rips off the blindfold.

Looks genuinely startled.

…Then pissed.

“You. Are. Insufferable.”

Stella is wheezing. Eddie is howling. Leith is just glad it’s over.

📌 The Aftermath

Harley refuses to speak to anyone for at least an hour.

Leith looks like he just survived war.

Eddie is questioning every life decision that led him here.

Stella is already planning a round two.

…And you?

You have unlocked a new way to mess with Harley.

You won’t let him forget this. Ever.

[puzzleglum]

Some TGS thoughts, some theorizing. You all know the drill by now.

I love the last page. This confrontation is getting juicy. Jekyll is right that Hyde won’t stop fighting for his freedom. But Hyde is also right to point out that’s not inherently bad.

And I can think of the perfect example to prove Hyde’s points about fighting, wanting, living being necessary, too.

When Jekyll finally went after Lanyon, he was, in a sense, channeling his inner Hyde-ness to overcome his fear. He found the courage to say what he wanted, aloud, which is a very hard thing for him to do. But it was worth it.

There’s a reason Jekyll got so depressed before he first made the transformation potion. He couldn’t have the man he loved. Back then, he couldn’t even really acknowledge those feelings as love, just calling them “unnatural desires.” He couldn’t have the things he wanted. He couldn’t express himself. Deep down, he thought he was evil and wrong for even wanting those things.

He couldn’t be happy.

But Hyde, free from Jekyll’s repression and need to keep a polished reputation, chases after the things that make him happy, regardless of how ‘improper’ they are. Blackfog being a prime example.

Hyde is the part of Jekyll that wants to truly live, not merely exist. And Jekyll needs him. Especially now, when Jekyll is trying to disappear for good.

Anyway, let’s get back to the present.

We can tell, from Jekyll’s face, that he can’t dispute what Hyde says, about having to live. It bothers him, and it’s embarrassing to be called out. But he doesn’t actually disagree. That’s important. It means Hyde is starting to get through to him.

What I wanted to talk about more deeply was this:

So what sort of fighting does Hyde mean?

I could easily be wrong about this. Maybe I’m missing something. No better ideas occurred to me, but I didn’t have time to do a full reread of the comic, either. Oh well. I’ll work with what I’ve got.

I think he means this sort of fighting:

And, most importantly:

At the risk of stating the obvious, there’s a huge difference between fighting for freedom and happiness, and fighting out of sheer bloody spite.

Hyde knows exactly what Jekyll’s deepest fears are. He knows them better than anyone. And that’s precisely why he messed with Jekyll’s reputation, and finally revealed the secret. Even if it meant ruining himself, too. It was both their secret, after all. But Hyde was past caring. He wanted to hit Jekyll where it would hurt most.

Both Jekyll and Hyde can be extremely spiteful, of course. Where do you think Hyde got it from?

Knowing what would hurt the other most goes both ways.

Man, their war got ugly. Hyde unleashed the nightmares, then took control of their body by force. Jekyll said he’d never let Hyde out again. Later, Jekyll destroyed the potion. Hyde made Jekyll faint on stage, because if he was in hell, at least he could take Jekyll down with him. And so it goes, on and on and on…just an endless internal war fueled by horrifically strong self-hatred. A spiral of destruction that keeps on circling.

Honestly, I can understand why Jekyll would be tired from it all. If only he was self-aware about his part in it! Then he could try to stop the spiral. Stop the fighting. Make peace with himself.

Isn’t it funny that Hyde is trying to make peace with himself before Jekyll? You’d never expect that from looking at both of them at the start of the story. But here we are. Their character arcs and development have brought them here, and it ALL felt completely natural and right to me. Sage is a terrific writer.

So, assuming I’m right for the moment, Hyde will likely reiterate that he doesn’t want to fight like that with Jekyll anymore. Not out of spite.

But how can he prove that to Jekyll? Well…by simply not doing it anymore. What better way to prove your intention to act a different way than by acting a different way? You prove it by doing it. That doesn’t mean it’s easy. But Hyde will keep trying, and that’s enough.

AND, I think Hyde will have to acknowledge, to Jekyll’s face, that reputation does matter. It sucks that it matters, but it does. Without the safety of good social standing, well, life becomes dangerous. Case in point: the peelers hunting for Hyde after the fire, and even more intensely after they saw him at Blackfog. Hyde always dismissed Jekyll’s worries over his reputation, before. That’s part of the reason they’re in this huge mess now.

There’s one last other thing I wanted to mention. This might come out of left field.

Fire symbolism. It’s important. To me, at least.

If the adorable undead puppies, the picnic, the golden ribbon, and the white void turned out to ALL be literal, well. Why not the fire, too?

But what does it mean?! Good question! I don’t actually know for sure. You could read a number of things into it. Maybe Hyde has to metaphorically ‘walk through fire’ if he wants to succeed in his mission to bring Jekyll back.

The fire reminds me of Hyde’s arc with anxiety. He’d often narrate Jekyll’s insecurities to get to him. But later, Hyde started suffering from his OWN anxiety. Spiraling thoughts he couldn’t control for long, taking over his internal narration. A change from source to sufferer.

But why does the fire on the Chapter 16 cover remind me of that? Because there’s a big difference between being a source of fire, and being on fire. Hyde has been the former. But not the latter. Not yet.

Whatever the symbolic meaning, it sure means Something. For now, I will link to this older comment: a list of all the previous fire symbolism and motifs I’ve noticed in the comic. And this was before the cover of Volume 3 was revealed! I’d add that to the list retroactively, in spirit.

Thanks for reading, and please tell me what you all think! Good, bad, neutral, I want to hear it all. Feedback makes me happy, and I’m not afraid to say that! So thank you so much to everyone who’s left feedback on older posts. I treasure it!! :D

[gifti3]

my GOD what do i need to do to get this man off my dick...!

im so serious, like its embarrassing watching him trying to mess with my pc at this point 😭

[tzarrz]

to all people who said PART 1 made them laugh - i lov u 💗 this is for u

[benevolenterrancy]

@hereticcryptid I appear to be slowly but surely developing an entire series about how Hensheng and Baxia apparently get fed up with their owners' inability to express their feelings and take matters into their own hands...

[cementcornfield]

Did you see the clip of Joe yesterday?

Is it a clip now? Oh lord....was it funny at least?

It was the first time he ever used the F word in a conference.

He cursed? Y'all lying...I be trying to get him to curse, he don't curse when I'm talking to him...

[oceanwithouthermoon]

remember how when saiki was crushing on satou and wanted to talk to him, instead of yk.. actually talking to him, he found out all of his interests and displayed his own interest in those things in front of him to try to get him to notice him??

yeah, now imagine him doing that when he has a crush on anyone else..

hes such a silly and awkward teenage boy i love it, like buddy you CAN just talk to your crush, you dont have to try to get him to "notice you.." but hes too silly and awkward so thats like the most he would ever do and would still probably think that that counts as flirting

im just... wondering about how saikis terrible silly flirting tactics would translate if his crush was on one of his FRIENDS.. like someone he could actually be around and would see and talk to him.. would he just like be trying to impress them ?? moving toward them more ?? adopting more of their mannerisms and interests maybe ??

imagine that like EVERYONE in the group would notice it, but it wouldn't be like "omg saiki is flirting" it would be more like "omg why is saiki being extra awkward and talking more" because hes so painfully unclear about his intentions but hes usually so quiet and unassuming that this would be such a stark contrast to his usual behavior...

[insignificant457]

You ever think about how painfully awkward the ride home from the Institute must have been for the Augustus family?

I get the vibe that Darrow declaring his allegiance at the closing ceremony was kind of a rarity, so I assume everyone went home with their families for at least a little bit before they were offered jobs and positions in other houses.

And obviously I know this isn’t how it went down but in my head its just Augustus, mustang, the jackal, and Darrow in a car together. Augustus makes mustang and the jackal sit in the back so Darrow can have shotgun. The jackal keeps glaring daggers at mustang but she’s looking resolutely out the window pretending he’s not there. The silence is oppressive. Darrow tries to turn the radio on but Augustus slaps his hand away. Adrius asks if they can stop by the hospital to get his hand checked out but Augustus ignores him. Hospitals are for winners, he says. Darrow wants to die.

[sciderman]

howard the duck (1976) #10

[eternalergo]

what a day ☀️

[termagax]

re: "good girl" i think they say it once randomly as a joke and its just one of those things that gets him wayyy more than they expected it would. so now its their secret weapon and they use it very sparingly and every single time he gets super embarrassed about it but it works ill tell you what.

[longagoitwastuesday]

The friend who got me into JJK wrote to me yesterday to ask if I was okay because I hadn't talked about Gojo for two days

[blossoms-phan]

why have the jonas brothers been on tour for 5 years

[unnamed-atlas]

Having brain worms. What if uhhhhhh SOS Mianite au