#das cheeto

[skreebat]

So @pyrit and I made a sort of OUAW future AU where, among other things, Frost ends up adopting a young cheetah Tabaxi, then named Morning Mist. (Among the Carnival Lecroux family, he’s got nicknames like Cheeto and M&M and Misty.)

Misty was originally an orphan taken in by the same Psionic order Frost belongs to, but they struggled to help the little boy. Frost took him in for what was meant to be a temporary foster situation. It ended up not being very temporary.

Cheeto is an extremely anxious kid with some specific needs, which Frost makes sure are taken care of. Tiger dad and his little cheetah kitten.

There is a lot more to this AU, such as the Carnival Lecroux being back better than ever, Torbek working at The Inn At The End Of The Road under Twig’s supervision, Kremy having been convinced into signing a Very Specific Contract to keep him from running away with all the carnival money, among other things…

But the most important thing is: Cheeto.

[elynnism]

Lich Emmrich: I’m… so I am like just a skull now… is that… are you… is this okay?

MW!Rook, stuffing Cheetos into her face, completely unconcerned: joke’s on you, I’m into that shit.

-later on-

Rook, licking Cheeto dust off her fingers: let’s go freak out Taash.

[konapony]

i was drawing something with a lot of intricacies but i kept messing up and i got really frustrated .. but then my cat stopped licking his ass to look at me and say

“too much haste won’t bring your struggle to fruition, you must slow down, use patience, and trust your intuition”

and then he dove right back in to slap his disgusting wet tongue against the bare skin of his belly

[sliceocheese]

Public school photos for your soul

amazing and all that but who’s getting a divorce???

I must know.

[riostwsty]

>> "como é ter um melhor amigo em scarabia?" <<

Palavras-chave: headcanons, leitor com gênero não mencionado/neutro, g/n, não especificamente Yuu, platônico

Personagens: Kalim, Jamil

Avisos: nenhum

Partes [a escrever]: heartslabyul | savanaclaw | octavinelle | scarabia | pomefiore | ignihyde | diasomnia

>> Kalim Al-Asim

É até meio difícil imaginar esse garoto NÃO sendo amigo de alguém, né? Mas em questão de MELHOR melhor amigo... bom, ele te trata de um jeito especial. Se é que dá pra acreditar nisso. Sabendo que o normal do Kalim é organizar festas exuberantes pra qualquer mínima celebração que tenha em mente, o que aconteceria se o garoto quisesse comemorar algo relacionado à sua pessoa favorita?? Nem ele consegue pensar em algo tão grandioso, na verdade. Ele acha até frustrante. Nada parece incrível o bastante! Bom o bastante! Nada chega ao seu nível de importância!

Já teve até um dia que Kalim chegou a chorar por causa disso. Estava próximo de seu aniversário, e ele não conseguia pensar em nada. "Banquete? Já fiz ano passado! Um festival? Uma parada com carros alegóricos? Um show ao vivo? Declaração de um feriado nacional? Todos ao mesmo tempo?? Não é o suficiente!!! AAAHH POR FAVOR ME PERDOE!!!"

Tudo bem, ele se acalma rápido com você. Ao assegurar de que a presença dele já era mais que suficiente, ele se agarrou ao seu braço que nem um coala, e ficou assim por o que pareceram horas, com as sobrancelhas franzidas e fazendo beicinho, meio conflitante dentre seus próprios sentimentos, provavelmente. Nada que alguns tapinhas gentis no topo da cabeça não resolvam. Ele gosta quando faz isso.

Mas em contraste com esse lado meio chorão, é muito adorável o jeito que ele te cumprimenta toda manhã, todo animado, e sempre parece que tem alguma novidade pra contar... "é pra começar o dia bem!" ele diz. Nem que seja uma notícia pequeníssima, Kalim vai estar correndo para sua direção, pegar suas mão na dele e saltitar no mesmo lugar enquanto fala. "Você não vai acreditar!!!!! A melhor coisa aconteceu comigo hoje!!!!!!" -> "o quê? Ganhou na loteria de novo?" -> "eu vi um TUCANO!!!!! Na minha JANELA!!!!!! Enfim, como foi o seu dia?" -> "Kalim, são 7 da manhã...."

Ele tem que começar a te cobrar pelas aulas de dança que dá todo dia que escuta música alta vindo de algum lugar da escola ou do dormitório, sério. Não pode escutar um som que ele começa a fazer uma dancinha, ou a cantarolar bem baixinho. Se ele perceber que você está o encarando, te puxa bem de leve pra dançar junto. Ele é espontâneo assim.

Na verdade, se acontecer de você encarar qualquer coisa sequer por um tempo longo demais, Kalim já vai assumir que você quer alguma coisa relacionada àquilo. De olho naquele pote de biscoitos? Ele já abriu, pegou um e tá segurando perto da sua cara. Tava namorando aquela jaqueta disposta na vitrine? Dois dias depois Kalim deixa na sua porta uma caixa misteriosa amarrada com fitas coloridas e adesivos reluzentes. O que será que é, me pergunto.

Haja paciência se você for do tipo de não gostar de receber presentes à toa. Mas um pouco de insistência e ele compreende sem argumentar. Nem tudo que Kalim escuta entra por um ouvido sai pelo outro, sabia? Eventualmente ele entra em termos com isso, e nada muda na sua amizade depois, não se preocupe. Ele é considerativo.

Qualquer coisa pela pessoa mais incrível do mundo! É assim que ele te vê, e isso sim, é impossível fazê-lo mudar de ideia. É o que está decidido.

>> Jamil Viper

Meu deus como esse garoto não para de trabalhar. Toda e qualquer ajuda é bem vinda, mesmo se ele recusar só por educação. No final do dia quando estão cansados são os momentos que Jamil mais se diverte. Deitando lado à lado nas pilhas de almofadas de Scarabia, jogando conversa fora e rindo à toa. Se é que aquilo pode ser considerado conversa. Só ficam vocês dois, encarando o teto, usando os últimos de seus neurônios pra contestar detalhes insignificantes de qualquer tópico que venha em mente.

"Jamil. Você viu aquela batata chips que tão vendendo? Batata sabor cheetos" -> "Mas porquê fazer uma batata sabor cheetos se já existe cheetos?" -> "E se fizerem cheetos sabor batata?" -> "Não dá pra botar sabor batata em salgadinho idiota" -> "Mas Jamil se existe sabor cheetos tem sabor batata" -> "você já viu uma não batata sabor batata?" -> ".................KK" -> "KKKKKK"

Quem vê pensa que os dois estão sob a influência de alguma coisa. Mas não. É só cansaço mesmo. Dá pra acreditar? Jamil? Rindo e comentando idiotices assim? Só com a pessoa certa mesmo. Quando ele fica sozinho depois do trabalho ele costuma cair de cara no travesseiro e dormir direto. Mas seria rude te deixar de lado enquanto o acompanha, então decide sacrificar um pouco de sono pra ter essas conversas com você. Não é como se fosse algo ruim. Ele entre todas as pessoas merece esse tipo de diversão também, não acha?

Se conseguir encontrá-lo bem de manhãzinha em scarabia há chances de presenciar a rara visão de seus longos cabelos soltos em vez de já estarem arrumados para o dia. E quem sabe, —dependendo do humor do garoto— e se você pedir bastante ele te deixa trançar o cabelo de um jeito diferente? Já pode ir procurando referências de penteados, certeza que ele arrasa em qualquer um

Grande bônus: ele te empresta algumas decorações de cabelo super bonitas que ele tem guardado, e não precisa nem usar no cabelo se não quiser, alguns pingentes podem se colocar numa corrente ou prender em tecido até! De qualquer maneira, vocês dois ficam combinandinho de um jeito discreto. Que fofo

Ah mas não aponte esses atos fofos de amizade pra ele não. Ele vai 1. Te deixar no vácuo, ou 2. Te xingar. Não xingaaar xingar de verdade, mas já entendeu né? Ele tem um lado meio viperino (HAha.)

Assistir aos jogos de basquete dele? Sinta-se à vontade, só prometa não fazer um alvoroço. Jamil não vai se distrair com a presença de ninguém, 100% focado no jogo, mas entre tempos ele tem mania de caminhar até você e bater a bola de basquete bem forte no chão, de forma que pareça ir em sua direção, só pra te assustar e depois perceber que o objeto tinha voltado pras mãos dele em segurança, e de fato bem longe da sua cara. Como é que ele faz isso eu não sei. Truques mágicos de jogador.

Com certo nível de intimidade, ele é aquele amigo que zomba e provoca de vez em quando, mas tudo por amor, não se deixe enganar pelo exterior frio

[criaturitapotato]

Jajajajajajajaj los amo, son unos locos xDxD 😋💟💟💟💟

[feminismisstillahatemovement]

The following are all undeniable facts:

The judge donated money — a tiny amount, $35, but in plain violation of a rule prohibiting New York judges from making political donations of any kind — to a pro-Biden, anti-Trump political operation, including funds that the judge earmarked for “resisting the Republican Party and Donald Trump’s radical right-wing legacy.” Would folks have been just fine with the judge staying on the case if he had donated a couple bucks to “Re-elect Donald Trump, MAGA forever!”? Absolutely not.

District Attorney Alvin Bragg ran for office in an overwhelmingly Democratic county by touting his Trump-hunting prowess. He bizarrely (and falsely) boasted on the campaign trail, “It is a fact that I have sued Trump over 100 times.”

The charges against Trump are obscure, and nearly entirely unprecedented. In fact, no state prosecutor — in New York, or Wyoming, or anywhere — has ever charged federal election laws as a direct or predicate state crime, against anyone, for anything. None. Ever.

Standing alone, falsification charges would have been mere misdemeanors under New York law, which posed two problems for the DA. First, nobody cares about a misdemeanor, and it would be laughable to bring the first-ever charge against a former president for a trifling offense that falls within the same technical criminal classification as shoplifting a Snapple and a bag of Cheetos from a bodega. Second, the statute of limitations on a misdemeanor — two years — likely has long expired on Trump’s conduct, which dates to 2016 and 2017.

So, to inflate the charges up to the lowest-level felony (Class E, on a scale of Class A through E) — and to electroshock them back to life within the longer felony statute of limitations — the DA alleged that the falsification of business records was committed “with intent to commit another crime.” Here, according to prosecutors, the “another crime” is a New York State election-law violation, which in turn incorporates three separate “unlawful means”: federal campaign crimes, tax crimes, and falsification of still more documents. Inexcusably, the DA refused to specify what those unlawful means actually were — and the judge declined to force them to pony up — until right before closing arguments. So much for the constitutional obligation to provide notice to the defendant of the accusations against him in advance of trial. (This, folks, is what indictments are for.)

In these key respects, the charges against Trump aren’t just unusual. They’re bespoke, seemingly crafted individually for the former president and nobody else.

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[xxpujinxx]

data de postagem: 02/11/2024. nome da história: Gibis e cheetos [mimi e yooa] [Indisponível] capa para doação, caso queira, basta preencher o formulário, não baixe! em caso de inspiração, dê os devidos créditos.

[rowretro]

𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐭, 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝, 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭

request by @nikipedia07 <3 I think I may hav gone a lil off track w this one but hope u love it sweetie

✧warnings: violent descriptions, yandere/toxic themes

✧synopsis: Jay is a fairly well known mafia boss around Korea. However, there is a small area where he's never been seen. An area where his enemy is hiding in, and were his beloved lives. When he first set his eyes on y/n, he didn't think about anything else but making her his, and so he decided to even put through the worst, just to make her love him the way he loves her.

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It all started when he was on a mission. Of course she didn't see him but he saw her. how she hugged some kids, shielding them from the suited men gunning down some other tatted men. God he loved the look of fear in her eyes, and how adorable she was shielding the small kids. Jay nodded at the men, and they walked off, not even bothering to glance in y/n's direction. Since the day he set eyes on the angel princess, he knew she was meant to be his,

That's how Jay found himself in high school, in uniform, despite being in his twenties. He threatened the head to make sure he was in every single one of y/n's class. which meant dealing with some crazy students. "Oh my god bitch could you like shut da fuck up?" Lia said glaring at Sungchan who was just eating his Cheetos "you talking to me?" Sungchan asked as the girl rolled eyes.

"Nah bitch I was talking to the girl stroking the wall- YES YOU YOU WANKER!" Lia yelled as Y/n turned around frowning "Is this a classroom or your bedroom?! Lia language. Sungchan, put those snacks away and focus." Y/n warned as she took more notes "Damn lady you gotta chill-" Sungchan mumbled as he put his Cheetos away.

Jay glanced at Sungchan, not liking his bullshit one bit. However he bit his tongue, he didn't snap at the male and instead, stared at y/n. God when he saw his darling focus solely on teaching the students, being so patient and sweet no matter how bitchy they were, he feels so calm.

"Kay class... I'll see you after break-" y/n said with a smile as she left the room. "She has got to be one of the hottest teachers in the school" Jinyoung said as he turned to the group of boys "She's like 2 or 3 years older than us- how is she teaching?" Lia asked as the boys shrug "I mean I don't care, at least I get a nice view everytime she walks in-" Yuta says with a smirk, stretching his arms out.

Jay groaned as he stayed put in his seat. sleeping on his desk, trying to remain calm. Only 3 more minutes of this. Then his darling will come back. "Ok break ended 5 minutes ago. phones away, everyone back in your seats please," Y/n called out as the students rolled their eyes, getting back into their seat.

As y/n continued to teach, she noticed that the class weren't even trying to pay attention, all of them messing about, sleeping around, eating snacks. It was as if she wasn't even there. They didn't hear her, they didn't bother listening to her, it was like she was talking to a brick wall. Except one student, who was actively listening and taking notes. Jay.

However, the noise only got worse all of a sudden. Not the students being even more annoying, but instead they were screaming. Many ducked down and hid under their tables. "Ah fuck you have got to be fucking kidding me." Jay mumbled, getting up as he pulled a gun out, shooting the 4 enemies that had broken in to kill him. His uniform was now stained with blood as his men walked in.

"Clean the bodies I'm done with this act." Jay said as he walked up to y/n pulling her up, his arm around her waist, as her body hit his, his eyes met her panicked pair. "So fucking beautiful... and all mine. You think I sat in school again for fun? I graduated I don't even have to be here." Jay said as he carried her, out of the classroom, ignoring her kicks and screams. "OH MY GOD HE'S PARK FUCKIN JONGSEONG-" Lia screamed as she showed the search results on her phone.

"why did you even come then?..." y/n mumbled to herself, unaware that Jay heard "I needed to get close to my princess before I take her to my palace... see y/n from now you will be living the life you deserve, a husband with expensive black suits who can give you many black cards... sweetheart you need a sweetheart. Me." Jay simply said as the girl frowned.

(OK SO IM NOT HAPPY WITH THIS, I THINK I WENT OFF TRACK BUT I'LL DO A PART 2 FOR THIS IF UW)

[babyhatesreality]

hello hello! i hope you’re well!💕 imagine the following:

baby being a hot chip fiend.

the thought has not left me. i’m plagued with thoughts of it on the daily.😭

since katie cat is a modern little, the thought of her enjoying and munching away on takis or hot cheetos while steve and/or bucky just recoil at the spiciness of it just makes me laugh.

especially since steve and bucky were just raised in a completely different time, a stomachache waiting to happen for them, is literally just a casual little snack for her.😭💀

however, there’s also the possibility that at least one of them…bucky would like the spice.

OMG @spoopynortherndownwhore!! So this is hilarious for a multitude of reasons. The first being- I adore this idea and it makes me laugh so hard- you are a genius. Also I'm so sorry for the delay. The second- I am the absolute opposite of a hot chip fiend. Like some of the Taco Bell mild stuff is too much for me. So I have absolutely no idea how to write it because I am literally that person that get a whiff of a spicy scent and starts making faces like a two year old confronted with broccoli.

So all that being said....Imma make some stuff up because it makes me laugh and because you are amazing and I hope it makes you laugh!

This one time you were grocery shopping with Bucky, and a package of Flaming Cheetos caught your eye. You thought the cheetah with the fire behind him was pretty, so you asked if you could get it.

Bucky wasn't sure about this. "Baby, these are hot and spicy. I don't think you're gonna like 'em." But when your face crumpled with disappointment, of course he couldn't handle that. He tossed them right into the basket. "What the heck. Let's live a little."

Your cheering and giggles was all he needed to know it was the right move.

Once you got home, you were desperate to try them, but Bucky insisted on you eating a normal lunch first. Once you finished your pb&j and carrot sticks, you both decided to try them together.

At the first taste, your eyes widened from the burn, your nose wrinkled as it ran, and your tongue felt like it was on fire. And you liked it a lot. You didn't care for the burn, but once you got past that the taste was really good! You reached for another one, but your hand was intercepted.

Because Bucky, who had popped one in at the same time as you, was nearly gagging. He felt like his face was exploding, his guts were on fire, and he didn't even want to think about what was happening in his colon.

"Absolutely not," he wheezed at you, keeping a hold of your hand while snatching the bag. He put the offending fire chips from hell in the top cabinet above the fridge where you couldn't reach even with your step stool before grabbing the gallon of milk. He sloshed some into your glass quickly, before drinking straight from the jug himself.

Once he tamed the burn, he became aware that you were just watching him curiously, having not touched your milk at all.

"Didn't that burn?" Bucky asked, his voice still hoarse from the spice. You nodded.

"Yeah but it was fun!"

"FUN?!"

"Yup! Can I have another?"

"No, baby, I don't want it to hurt your tummy."

"Doesn't hurt!"

"It might not hurt now, but it'll hurt later. No more flaming hot cheetos."

"Dat's no fun."

"You'll thank me later."

"You didn't like dem, Daddy?"

"They're not gonna like ME, munchkin. Drink your milk please."

After you had obeyed and had a milk mustache, you tried again. "Dey didn't taste good to you?"

"They tasted fine, but that burn....yikes," Bucky mumbled as he wiped your face.

"I like da taste too!"

"The taste WAS good, but it's not worth it."

"Please, Daddy? Just one more?"

"Sorry Trouble, it's not happening again."

"But what if Papa like da taste? Can he has them?"

"Okay, now THAT'S a fun idea."

Later that night, Bucky had convinced Steve to try one, and relented on letting you have another- mostly so he could watch Steve's reaction to you having no reaction.

It went exactly how you think it would go.

Steve banned them from the house after watching you down three cheetos in a row in absolute horror.

When you asked what was going to happen to the rest of the cheetos since they weren't allowed in the house anymore, Bucky brushed it off, saying they'd take care of it.

What you didn't know, was after Steve had tucked you into your bed that night, he caught Bucky sneaking a handful of them in the kitchen pantry with a tub of ice cream next to him.

Bucky just blinked at him innocent. "Don't you judge me, Rogers."

"Fine, Barnes. But you either point your ass the other way in bed tonight, or you're sleeping on the couch."

[kushblazer666]

im currently seeing the narrative that kamala lost because she didnt reach out to the left enough. i think that’s certainly a part of it but more than that america is a nation of little eichmanns and millions of people were simply more compelled by da cheeto

[ahbasta09]

Be careful of da Cheeto puff

Why :0

[konapony]

everyone say happy birthday to cheeto puff !! its his birthday he is 7 years old

[diamondzoey]

Incorrect quotes with the bug army part 2

Nash: My favorite thing about big dogs is that when you push them over, they're all like "Oh, I'm lying down now! Someone might scratch my stomach! I might nap! Endless possibilities!"

Amber,: ...whereas, when you push little dogs over, they're all like, "Vengeance! Death before dishonor!"

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Korey: Team A will consist of myself, Raine, Emerald , and Malachi.

Korey: Team B will consist of Azren.

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Nash : I’m sad.

Joan: Don’t be sad, because sad backwards is das.

Joan: And das not good.

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Azren: Did you bring Amber?

Korey, gesturing to Emerald : No, but I brought the next best thing.

Azren: Emerald ? The next best thing would be victor .

Emerald : I would be offended, but Victor is freakishly strong.

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Emerald : I am 39 cheetos tall.

Vincent : Why... are you measuring your height in cheetos?

Emerald : Because we're out of doritos.

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Malachi: Hey Raine, can you give me the opposite of these words?

Malachi: Always, Coming, From, Take, Me, Down.

Raine: Never, Going, To, Give, You-

Raine: The fucking satisfaction.

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Azren: So uh, for this party and everything, do you, uh...

Malachi, sighing: You don't know how to dress for this, do you?

Azren, panicked: WHAT IS CLOTHES???

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When one of the bugs causes a fire

Amber: What happened?!

Emerald : Do you want the long version or the short version?

Amber: Sh-short??

Emerald : Shit's fucked.

Amber: Okay, long.

Emerald : Shit's very fucked.

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Korey, T-posing in the doorway: Greetings, Marco .

Marco , not looking up from their coffee: Good morning, problem child.

A/n: I hope you like this and here are the bugs in the post!

Korey- @rozeliyawashereyall

Raine- @willowve01

Nash- @lightdragon789

Joan- @rustycopper4use

Emerald- @aspenm00n

Amber- @astralbulldragon13

Malachi- @stxph-artist

Azren- @strayharmony943

Victor and Vincent- @littlesiren79

[starstruckodysseys]

incorrect quotes 3: the thirdening

(ft cassie from @angelwiththeblue-box as always <3)

russell: so what are your goals in life?

cassie: we’ve been banned from every major city transportation system except portland

russell:

lanie: we don’t know what their limit is but we will fucking find it

— —

sibling alert (sorry i had to)

josh: the recipe says to beat three eggs?

lanie: it means in hand to hand combat

josh: ohhhhh

jenna: both of you get the fuck out of the kitchen

— —

liv: lanie’s cute. i think i’m gonna ask her out

cassie, thinking about the night before when a slightly drunk lanie was standing on a table screaming that worms are just tiny, harmless snakes: good, because i’m positive no one else will

— —

[ full of BPA ]

sky’s the limit

did you guys pick up eggs?

wendell thee morris

we’ll do you one better

sky’s the limit

wh

laniebug

[ IMG.079 ]

> image desc: chicken :]

her name is ms. fluffy

— —

lanie, frantically searching through a first aid kit: WHY DID YOU FILL IT WITH CHEETOS?!

cassie, bleeding out: i don’t know, i thought it was funny at the time

— —

wendell: i can never tell if you’re flirting with me or trying to insult me

lanie: if it makes you feel any better neither can i

— —

cassie: fitness tip: never stop pushing yourself

cassie: some say eight hours of sleep is enough. why stop there? why not nine? why not ten? strive for greatness

lanie: next time you’re working out do 15 push-ups instead of 10. run 3 miles instead of 2. eat a whole cake instead of just a slice. burn your ex’s house down

liv: ...are you two doing okay

— —

cassie: why call it adhd when you can call it bees in my head there are bees in my head whenever i try to focus there are bees in my fucking head

— —

lanie: if there’s going to be a big dramatic scene, wait until i get back

cassie: of course. i can’t flip this table by myself

— —

[ very serious work chat ]

laniebug

remembering the time i ate an entire loaf of pumpkin bread on a shift and paula got so enraged she called me a “little loaf eating freak”

— —

[ sappho’s legacies ]

laniebug

i extend my hand like a mob boss and allow you to kiss my ring but when you lean closer you see it’s one of those glow in the dark spider rings you win at arcades

cheddar cheese

*pretends to kiss it but i eat the spider very discreetly but you notice anyway because my mouth is glowing from the inside*

laniebug

*godfather voice* you disrespec me… and eat my spooky spida ring, which cost me 50 tickets at funtime arcade and pizzeria… vinny, hit her with da sticky hand

— —

lanie: well, if you’re not at least a little bit gay for your friends, what kind of friend are you?

— —

[ very serious work chat ]

wendell thee morris

wait

if baby oil dissolves condoms then what the fuck does it do to babies??

rust

Believe it or not, babies and condoms aren’t made out of the same materials

cheddar cheese

it’s like rock paper scissors!

baby oil defeats condom, baby defeats baby oil, condom defeats baby!

laniebug

rock also defeats baby

— —

russell: i hope you guys have a good enough explanation for this

lanie: we have three, actually

cassie: pick your favorite

— —

lanie: did you eat my gummy bears?

cassie: *visibly shoves 14 gummy bears into her mouth, chews for seven minutes, finally swallows* first of all, i don’t appreciate your accusations

[bibescribe]

eu estou entediada, tristinha e sem inspiração pra escrever, por isso bem vindos ao meu hear me out cake 🤝

• peter capaldi (fez o 12° doutor em doctor who, ele tem sla 70 anos? sim.)

• wagner moura especificamente na era narcos

• trixie e katya fora de drag

• aegon targaryen (não vi a série mas o nome aegon é tão 🥵)

• o tigre do sucrilhos

• a onça do cheetos

• o frankenstein de hotel transilvânia

• o sully de monstros s.a

• eduardo moscovis

• david (não sei escrever o sobrenome, creepy but sexy)

• iphone xr (she was that girl)

• limão da pepsi twist

• todos os integrantes do choque de cultura (ao mesmo tempo de preferência)

• logo do ao3

• identidade visual da marca bruna tavares (as únicas caixas de maquiagem que eu não jogo fora)

• lata do hidratante nívea (simples, clean, me sinto uma camponesa carregando uma pasta de ervas)