#don't worry y'all

[highladyluck]

me to my therapist: oh hang on before we go, I need to tell you a cursed gynecological fact I learned

[kobol1]

Infinite Realms Green Lantern Chapter 1

Danny flew in through the front door. He landed with a small thump as he shifted back into his human half. Phasing through his shoes, Danny walks through the living room and into the kitchen for an after-patrol snack. He sees Jazz sitting at the kitchen table looking through her Phantom scrapbook.

"Danny, how was your patrol?" "Did you catch any ghosts, any of the usual troublemakers?" Jazz asks getting up and pulling Danny into a hug. Danny leans into her embrace.

"Nope," he says popping the p, "just a few ectopuses."

"It's been quiet lately ever since Dan started patrolling with you" Jazz replies back to him.

"Yeah it has been quiet lately," Danny says, "It was funny watching Dan rip apart Skulker's suit the first time he went out patrolling with Me and Valerie," Danny said giggling at the memory of a terrified Skulker dangling between Dan's fingers.

Jazz laughs along with Danny. "I haven't seen Ghost X run back into the Zone so quickly before".

Danny groans out from where his face is pressed into Jazz's shoulder, "Jazz you know that's not his name."

Jazz just smiles and replies, "I know little brother just teasing you".

They separate from their hug, "little Jazz I'm almost as tall as you now," Danny says.

"You will always be my little brother, Danny, even if you're as tall as Jack one day". Jazz replies back smiling. "Although I am going to miss calling you short king".

Danny scoffs good-naturedly with a hand dramatically pressed against his chest and replies with a grin "Well I'm still going to call you Princess Jazzerincess Amazon warrior of Amity Park". They both break out in a small fit of laughter at their inside joke.

Danny walks over and opens the fridge. He eyes the leftover meatloaf from the other night already starting to glow an ecto green and an eye pops open to stare back at him, "nope" Danny says firing off a quick ectoblast at the meatloaf and closing the fridge door.

"Oh, are you hungry Danny how about we order out? What are you in the mood for?" Jazz says from behind him eyeing the fridge cautiously hoping for not another Thanksgiving turkey incident.

"How about Chinese?" Danny offers. Half an hour later with empty containers of Chinese food spread around the living room table, they both are sitting on the couch curled up against each other flipping through Jazz's scrapbook and looking at the newspaper clippings and pictures that Jazz had collected over the years.

"Hey, look at this one" Jazz points out. It's a picture of Danny as Phantom fast asleep all curled up in a box on the floor of his room. "If you fits you sits Catboy Danny" Jazz giggles."

"Jazz I am not a cat!" Danny huffs out, as Jazz is carding a hand through his hair as he leans against her side and his core lets out loud happy purrs despite his objections.

"Are you sure about that, you sound like one now." Jazz replied pulling him closer to her. Danny just rolls his eyes and enjoys the comfort of spending time with his older sister.

Tiredly Danny sighs happily, with Jazz holding him he feels safe, warm, protected, and at home, for Danny home, isn't a place or a house, and it hasn't been Fenton Works for a long time, maybe it never was. For Danny home has always been Jazz for as long as he can remember. It was Jazz who taught him how to read, to tie his shoes, and who made him breakfast, lunch, and supper. She would kiss his bumps and bruises better, she would read to him at night and comfort him when he had nightmares.

It was Jazz who took him to his first day of school and the millions of other things that his parents should have done. Jazz is his home and always will be, and now Jazz is leaving, for Gotham University. Of course, Danny is happy for his older sister. She has to go and live her own life and accomplish her dreams and Danny's half-life has been going great in the past few months.

He finally faced his deepest fear, he finally worked up the courage to tell his parents about Phantom, and his parents accepted him! All of him, his human and ghost half!

And best of all they had accepted Dan and Ellie, welcoming them into the family as if they always had been there. Danny lets out a fanged-toothed yawn Jazz had moved his head onto her lap and he drifted off into deep sleep with Jazz carding her hand through his hair.

Jazz wakes up to her phone vibrating on the arm of the couch she is leaning against, she looks down at her little brother, her baby, her everything, he is practically her son. She was more of his mother than Maddie has ever been. And now she was leaving him here. Here in this house full of anti-ghost weapons and scientific instruments that doubled more as instruments of torture for the poor unfortunate ghost who would be caught in them.

But Danny had finally told Jack and Maddie about his ghostly half-life, and they had taken it as well anyone learning that their son had died, they are trying to be better and are working on changing their views on ghosts and they have, and they no longer view every ghost they encounter as evil and something that has to be destroyed.

There was a lot of apologizing and crying on both sides, more so on Jack and Maddie's end. They had accepted him, all of him. They were finally acting as the parents they always should have been from the beginning. It only took their son half dying for it to happen.

But Jazz was finally sure that she could leave her baby brother here, that he is finally safe here in this house. That she won't wake up to a panicked phone call telling her that something terrible had happened. She can finally put that fear to rest.

Jazz looks at the time it's 9:30 pm, she ruffles Danny's hair and he makes those adorable cute cat noises that she loves.

"Mrrp?" Danny says as he blinks open his sleep-filled eyes at her, He chirps out a groggy "mom? oh, Jazzy." He stretches out like a cat before sitting back up next to her.

"Who's on patrol tonight?" Jazz asked.

"Valerie is on the night shift tonight since Dan is with Mom, Dad, and Ellie down in Spittoon" Danny replied to her as he yawned.

"Good now go upstairs and get a full night's rest little brother." Jazz told him.

"Okay mom,” Danny said half asleep as he made his way upstairs to his bedroom. Jazz just smiled as she started to clean up the empty containers on the table.

Meanwhile, in the Infinite Realms, there's a streak of green light with an emerald green ring in the middle of it heading towards a very familiar portal to the living realm.

YES YES, chapter one is finally done! After starting and deleting the dang thing several times it's done!

You all can thank @gilbirda and @stealingyourbones for all of this happening with their Green Lantern Jazz Fenton posts that have been living rent-free in my head. Seriously go give them all the likes and reblogs and friendly comments don't be rude now.

And don't forget to reblog and tag and comment here also! I seriously absolutely love when you do, I read all of them and try to comment back when I see them. It gives me all the encouragement to continue with all this.

Like always if you wanna read my previous posts on my au look up #IRGL au on my Tumblr page or in the tags of this post.

[astrofishassist]

So, ah- this didn't go entirely as planned. Az got camera-shy last minute, and Vi ended up rushing some of the shots. But! Az and Vi are sending their hopes and dreams to ALIVE! @tatatale

(Image missing: Az questions Vi on the purpose of the machine they were working on, as they thought it was to help ALIVE. Vi waves them off, explaining that ALIVE actually requested help this time.)

(Image missing: Az contemplates the wreckage of Vi's viewing device, having been destroyed by the Hadouken. Vi looks quite proud of herself, eventually remarking "Aw, my screen broke." She doesn't seem too disappointed.)

(Image missing: Az turns back to working on their machine, and we see their thoughts. "As far as my hopes and dreams go?")

[simm-mouse]

Not much for today, just some quick doodles of my witch/alien hybrid Sims oc I made before I went to work

[gogogodzilla]

day 29, somnophilia

mike schmidt x reader warnings: nsfw 18+, unprotected sex, creampie, free use (kinda), semi-established relationship, neighbor!reader, part 2, part 3 kinktober ☠︎︎ main masterlist ☠︎︎ read on ao3

You and Mike came to a relatively simple agreement. You’d watch Abby while he worked nights and he’d repay you by fucking your brains out. He was hot and good in bed, plus Abby spent most of her time in her room. So, you didn’t mind your arrangement much. 

That was until Mike got so busy you hardly saw him enough to receive your payment.

“You know,” you said as you took a seat at your usual spot on his couch, “you still owe me from last week.” 

He sighed and leaned over you, placing a hand on each side of the back cushion, trapping you. 

He pressed a kiss to your lips, “I know. I’ll make it up to you. Promise.” 

You grinned, “I’ll leave the light on for you.” 

Mike surprised you that night when he came home late that night, and you had curled yourself up in his bed, fast asleep. You awoke with Mike pressing heated kisses along your neck and his hand between your thighs. He pressed his free hand against your mouth, muffling the desperate moans that fled past your lips. 

You’d stay tangled between his sheets until the early morning when you’d sneak back across the street to your own home. Ever since that night, you’d tell him that if you wanted him to wake you up like that. The light was on more often than not. 

When he started working nights, things became slightly more complicated. By the time he got back in the morning, it was time to wake Abby up for school and you had to get ready for the day. That was until you had the day off and an idea struck you. 

You were about to head out the door before you turned to Mike, “Leave the light on for me?” 

His eyebrows furrowed for a split second before the corners of his mouth quirked up. “Yeah, of course,” he nodded and you were out the door, grinning. 

You waited a few hours, performing menial tasks around your home before you decided it was time to put your plan into action. Abby was off to school and Mike was asleep soundly in his bed, headphones placed securely on his ears and nature sounds drifting out of them. You slowly crept further into Mike’s room and began to set up the camcorder at the foot of his bed, flinching at the slightest creak of the tripod. 

You knew Mike wouldn’t wake up, but it was more exciting if you made yourself believe there was a chance. You pressed record and giddiness filled you. You made a show of stripping for the camera. You slowly slid off your sweatpants and underwear in one swoop. 

You picked up the pair of jeans he had on the floor and held them up to the camera, doing your best game show girl impression. You picked up your underwear and tucked them in the front pocket, patting it in before setting them at the foot of his bed. Your shirt was the next to go. You faced the camera as you slowly tugged your shirt over your head, revealing your bare chest underneath. 

You trailed your fingers up your torso and circled your fingers around your nipples, causing them to harden under your touch. You leaned your head back to give him a full view of your chest as you pinched one of your nipples between your fingers, gasping slightly. 

You turned and sauntered to his side of the bed where he was sleeping soundly. You ran your fingers gently over his forehead, brushing his hair out of the way, and pressed a kiss to his forehead. 

He made your job easier by wearing a black t-shirt and briefs and by always sleeping on his back. You threw the blankets covering his form to the side and kneeled beside the bed. Your hands wandered over his thighs before palming him through his briefs. 

You crawled into bed next to him and your hands drifted past the waistband of his briefs. You stroked him, slowly, before freeing his cock from its confines. You pulled his briefs down and over his balls, just enough for you to access everything freely.

You threw a leg over his thigh and your hand wrapped around his cock once again. He had begun to harden in your grasp but you couldn’t quite get enough friction. You slid down his body and turned so the camera could get a clear view of what you were about to do. 

You held him in your hand and swiped your tongue across the head of his cock. You groaned at the taste of him and enveloped your lips fully around him. You swirled your tongue around the pink-hued tip and Mike’s breath caught slightly but he didn’t stir. 

You steadily bobbed your head, gradually taking more of him with every stroke. One hand stroked what you couldn’t reach while the other gently fondled his balls. You pressed your tongue against the underside of his shaft, and Mike’s cock twitched in your mouth. 

You pulled away and licked your lips when the ache between your thighs became too great. You carefully straddled his lap and ground against his cock, spreading your slick. A soft moan left you as the tip hit your clit just right. 

You brought your hand down to where your bodies met and aligned him with your entrance. The whine that escaped you as you lowered yourself onto him was loud and you slapped a hand over your mouth to muffle it. 

You missed his hands roaming your body as you rode him, but there was something so pleasurable about seeing the minute changes in his demeanor as you used him. You dipped down to press open-mouthed kisses against the column of his neck. You clenched at the thought of covering him with hickeys to find later. You leaned down and explored his chest with your lips and tongue. 

You smiled as small red marks covered his neck and chest. You were confident that they’d blossom into the purple marks you desired once he awoke. You began to rock your hips faster against him as one hand drifted down to circle your clit. You used your free hand to knead your breast, pinching and dragging your fingertip across the bud of your nipple. Your legs were beginning to burn and tremble but the familiar heat pooling in your belly spurred you on. 

You leaned forward, and the new angle had you reaching your peak in no time. You spasmed around him as you continued to jut your hips against him, riding out your high. A satisfied moan escaped you as you felt Mike twitch within you and he filled you with his cum. 

You panted softly as you slid off of him. You kissed his lips softly before fixing his briefs and covering him back up. You stopped the recording and quickly got dressed. You tucked the camcorder and tripod under your arm before leaving Mike’s home. In a few hours, you’d bring him the lunch you made him, tucking the VHS tape inside the paper bag. 

You’d hold the door for him, and walk him out to his car, smiling the entire time. 

“I hope you enjoy your lunch,” you’d mention. He’d grin, a knowing glint in his eyes. You’d leave the light on for him for when he came home.

[nekrosmos]

Okay one last batch of silly little memes for you silly little memes enjoyers out there

Part 1 / 2

[steddiehyperfixation]

don't you forget about me (steddie fic)

saw this post and was inspired to write something angsty <3

The first thing Eddie is aware of when he wakes up, before he even opens his eyes, is the dull, aching pain throbbing through pretty much his entire body. The second thing he’s aware of is that someone is holding his hand. 

“Eddie?” The hand in his tightens its grip as Eddie begins to stir; the voice it presumably belongs to sounds immeasurably relieved, yet only vaguely familiar. 

Eddie groans. His eyelids flutter, blinking awake, and he groggily rolls his head to the side to get a look at whoever had spoken. 

The voice sighs again, “Oh thank god-” 

“Harrington?” Eddie’s eyes fly open wide now as they land on the mystery man sitting beside him on the edge of the bed - a man he most definitely is not close enough with to be holding his hand, and a bed that is most definitely not his own. He snatches his hand away. “What the hell are you doing? Where am I?”

“Ed-” Another man’s voice, this one just as relieved and infinitely more familiar. It fills Eddie with relief too as he looks to his other side to find his uncle Wayne rising from a nearby chair to come up next to him. 

“Wayne, what-?” His surroundings are becoming more clear. “What happened? Why am I in a hospital? And why the fuck is King Steve at my bedside?” Eddie tries to sit up only to gasp and wince in pain as the dull ache in his sides sharpens to near agony at the movement. 

“Take it easy, son.” Wayne’s hand lands on his shoulder, gently but firmly pushing him back down onto the pillows. “You were hurt real bad.” 

“Yeah, I got that,” Eddie grumbles out. He sucks in a deep, intentional breath and exhales slowly, the pain beginning to dull again now that he’s settled. His questions are still largely unanswered, though. Blank mind reaching desperately for any logical piece to this bizarre puzzle, he turns an accusing glare to Harrington. “Did you land me in here? Is that why you’re here, some sort of weird guilt thing?” 

Harrington’s looking at him like a kicked puppy. “What? No, I-” he falters, takes a shaky breath and swallows painfully like he’s trying not to cry. “You don’t remember?” 

“I don’t remember what? Will someone just tell me what happened?” Eddie’s confusion is rising more and more into agitation with every second he remains without an explanation. 

“What’s the last thing you remember?” Harrington asks quietly.

“I was driving home from school, just found out I wasn’t gonna graduate again.” Eddie frowns as he thinks back, still trying to put pieces together. “Did I crash my car? Is that it? I was emotional and not paying attention and got into an accident?” 

Yet again, he receives no answers. 

“Eddie, what month is it?” Wayne asks instead, his tone dangerously measured and serious. “What year?” 

“May…” Eddie says warily, “1985.”

His words hold a weight he doesn’t understand, landing heavy on the others in the room and thickening the air. It sends a chill of dread down his spine, the way his answer etches concern deep into the lines of Wayne’s face, the way Steve Harrington seems to take it like a blow to the chest. 

Harrington exhales sharply as if he’s been punched, standing abruptly and taking a few stumbling steps back. Wayne says, “It’s April of ‘86, Ed.”

Eddie’s blood runs cold. “No. No, it can’t be.” 

“I’m gonna go tell the nurse you’re awake,” Harrington mumbles, his voice strained and his eyes glassy with barely held-back tears. 

“I’ll go,” Wayne offers, pushing himself away from Eddie’s bed. He gives Harrington a meaningful look, though what that meaning is, Eddie can’t decipher. 

Harrington turns his devastated gaze to the older man. “But, Wayne, he doesn’t-” 

“I know, kid.” Wayne gives a sad smile and places a sympathetic hand on Harrington’s shoulder as he passes by. “Just talk to him.” 

Eddie is thrown off by this familiarity between them. Since when were those two close? He feels like he’s entered some sort of parallel universe where everything is just ever so slightly wrong. It leaves an itch beneath his skin, uncomfortable and out of place, like he no longer quite fits in his own body, in his own life. He’s lost 11 months, apparently, and this world is no longer his; he doesn’t know where he fits into it anymore. 

Wayne leaves the room, and Eddie wants to protest: Don’t leave me here with this guy I don’t know in this time I don’t know, please, you’re the only thing that feels safe and familiar! Anxiety is crawling through him like a thousand tiny bugs in his veins. He wants to scream, he wants to cry, he wants to run. Anything to shake this feeling loose. But he’s confined to this bed, trapped both by his pain and by all these machines he’s hooked up to, and he sure as shit isn’t going to have a breakdown in front of Steve goddamn Harrington. 

Instead, Eddie resigns himself to this situation and casts a sideways glance at Harrington who very much looks like he’s also trying not to have a breakdown. “I’m freaking out, man,” Eddie says finally, hating how shaky and pathetic his voice sounds. “I swear to god, Harrington, if you don’t tell me what the hell is going on…” 

Harrington worries his lip between his teeth as he hesitates. “It’s a lot to explain.” 

“Yeah, I bet,” Eddie scoffs out a humorless laugh. “I’m missing nearly an entire year, of course it’s a lot to fill in. Unless I’ve been here this whole time?” 

“No.” Harrington shakes his head. “No, you’ve only been here about a week. I- I don’t know why you’re missing so much time, the whole Vecna thing only started like a week before that-” 

“Vecna?” Eddie interrupts to question. “What does any of this have to do with the D&D campaign I was planning? And, also, how the fuck do you know about that?” 

Harrington closes his eyes for a second and takes a breath, like having this conversation is the most painful thing he’s ever had to do. “I’m not talking about D&D, Ed. Vecna was a real-life monster from a real-life alternate dimension we called the Upside-Down. The kids only called him Vecna because we didn’t know who he was at the time and he, like, cursed people before he killed them, but he was actually Henry Creel, which is a whole other fucked up story.”

“Okay…” Eddie doesn’t know who ‘the kids’ are and he’s skeptical of the way Harrington talks so factually about monsters and dimensions and curses existing in the real world, but he does remember his uncle telling him stories about the demonic tragedy of the Creel family, which is the only thing that makes any of this even halfway believable. It still doesn’t explain how Eddie wound up in the hospital with his entire body feeling like it’d been run through a blender, though, or why the former king of Hawkin’s High was hovering over his sickbed. He gestures for Harrington to continue. 

“I never wanted you to get involved in all this Upside-Down shit,” Harrington’s voice breaks. He steps closer to Eddie’s bed again, and he looks so so sad as he stares down at him that it makes Eddie’s own heart ache, just a little bit. Harrington’s hand twitches at his side as if he means to reach out for Eddie but then thinks better of it, running the hand through his hair instead as he continues, “I tried to keep you from it for so long, I really did, but then Vecna killed Chrissy in your trailer and the whole town blamed you and you were just a part of things then, there was no getting around it. You helped us fight him - Vecna. You kept his army of bats off our ass while we weakened his body and El weakened his mind. If it weren’t for you we never would’ve defeated him and we certainly wouldn’t have all made it out alive.” Harrington’s gaze softens, as does his voice, his next words almost a whisper, “You were a hero, Eddie.” 

“That doesn’t sound like me,” Eddie says, like that’s the least plausible part of Harrington’s story. And, really, it is. He can wrap his mind around a lot of things: a murder in his trailer - sure, Forest Hills always was a shady place; the whole town accusing him of being a killer - yeah, of course, that tracks; even an evil wizard from another dimension with an army of bats - fine, okay, why the hell not. But Eddie Munson is no hero, and he’s definitely not any sort of fighter either.

“No, you never did think so, did you?” Harrington mutters with a sad sort of fondness and the barest trace of a wistful smile. “But it’s true. Dustin was in danger and you didn’t even think twice. You ran right into the fray without a second thought, sacrificed yourself so that the rest of us might survive. Those bats nearly killed you, b-” he breaks, choking on whatever word he was going to say. His eyes swim with yet more unshed tears. “I almost thought they had killed you, you know. I thought you were dead when I carried you out of the Upside-Down,” he admits shakily, choked up and barely managed, “and even when I brought you here and you were stable, I was still so scared you wouldn’t wake up…” 

Eddie doesn’t know how to react to any of that information or to such a display of emotion. His own hands twitch now with the urge to reach out and comfort him, but he too denies that instinct. He tries for humor instead, something lighter, cracking a grin and teasing, “Aw, Stevie, I didn’t know you cared.” 

Harrington makes a sound halfway between a sob and a laugh. “Oh, Ed, you have no idea.” 

“We were friends then, weren’t we?” Eddie guesses now, carefully. It’s rapidly becoming the only possible explanation for the guy’s behavior around him. “Before all the Vecna stuff?”

“Yeah,” Harrington manages, forcing a small, sad smile as his eyes finally overflow and streak his cheeks with tears. “Yeah, we were good friends.” 

~

Wayne reenters the room then with a nurse in tow, and Steve quickly turns away and rubs his hands over his face. He needs to pull himself together; he can’t break down right now, not yet, not here. 

He listens, distantly, as the nurse asks Eddie a bunch of questions and then tells the rest of them that she needs to take him in for some tests to determine the cause and prognosis of Eddie’s amnesia. He watches, numbly, as she wheels Eddie’s entire bed out of the room. 

Steve can barely hear, barely see, his emotion clouding his eyes and roaring in his ears. He stares blankly through the open doorway and struggles to swallow down the ever-rising lump in his throat. 

Wayne’s voice rumbles from somewhere beside him, but he can’t quite make out the words. “What?” 

“I’ll take that as a no, then,” Wayne says, the sound reaching Steve’s ears a little clearer now. “I asked if you were alright.” 

Steve shakes his head. His voice comes out coarse and raw, “‘Course I’m not alright.” 

“Right, ‘course you’re not,” Wayne echoes. He follows Steve’s mournful gaze to the door Eddie had disappeared through. “What did you tell him?” 

“Told him he was a hero,” Steve croaks, “...and that we were good friends.”

“Ah…” Steve’s vision is so blurred behind a thick layer of tears he can’t see the sympathetic frown on the old man’s face, but he knows it’s there. “At least he’s alive, kid,” Wayne tries to be comforting. “You can always start over.” 

“Yeah, I know, but I don’t- I don’t want to start over, I just want-” Steve chokes back a sob. He just wants Eddie.

It’s a horrible thought, but Steve almost thinks that this just might be worse than if Eddie really had died… Because how is Steve supposed to handle the fact that his boyfriend of 9 months no longer knows him? How is he supposed to cope now that the love of his life looks right at him and no longer sees him?

He closes his eyes, presses the heels of his palms into his eyelids, inhaling a shaky breath and exhaling an even shakier sigh. Steve whispers, “It feels like I’m losing him all over again.” 

(part two is here!)

(also on ao3)

[aloneonceagainaspredicted]

can y'all hear the noises i'm making right now thinking of those two fucking clowns holding hands when they inevitably escape this situation(aka take advantage of another crazy thing happening in gotham to run)

Pls open

I played with my style again. I love how they looks like!

[historical-fashion-polls]

[thebirdqueen]

No one is allowed to set him free

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Original image

[crabsnpersimmons]

just wanted to say thank you for all the LOVE for Clip! he's happy to be here!

Clip is hella competitive 😅

and here are some doodles inspired by some of your comments and tags!

@nowiknowthislooksbad @normal-about-the-dca

he's having fun (: (the kind of fun i would hate because i don't like the sound of balloons popping..)

@vacantfields @petrixmuserb

i like to think the hair salon does these kinds of things for charity often. would you be in line? what would you pick?

@ramblingsofacotlfangirl @salamansir

oh dear..

@bennydunbar

loved this tag so i HAD to draw something for it--

oop well okay! i think that's enough for today! thanks again!

[butterfilledpockets]

PHEW that one took a WHILE! hid lottsa little details in this time :)

I am so excited for all these guys to meet (I have written the dialogue and drawn teh thumbnails) I really hope you guys liked this one because i am actually quite proud of these pages :D

previous ---- part 10 ---- next

[zuzuzuko]

Batman (1940) #499

Tim's dad was kidnapped and Bruce and Alfred thought the best way to tell this to Tim was just to leave him a fucking note???????

[naamahdarling]

I didn't get pics I didn't get pics my phone was in the bedroom charging but FANCY IS PLAYING WITH THEM. Not next TO them but INITIATING PLAY WITH THEM.

Not bitchily, not reluctantly, not with a short temper, not tolerating THEIR advances, but making her OWN advances! Inviting them in!!!!!! Even the detested Junie!

CRYINGGGGGG.

[books-books-smolderinglooks]

Pretty in pink. 💜💖

[anarchythephoenix]

they are so freaking funny 😂😂😂😂😂

What are these two up to again...