#he’s such a bitch 💀💀

[rystiel]

i have complicated feelings about them

[keo6323]

this bitch, seriously. (affectionate. i like him, unfortunately)

[lotus-pear]

finally started p5 royal ‼️‼️‼️‼️

expect some royal trio art soon they are my dearly beloveds (minus akechi i hope he dies in this reality too)

[binkusdinkus]

Whizzer the man you are, I hope nothing bad happens to him

+My husband's addition 😮‍💨😮‍💨

[kentjohnson91]

[beneath-themilkytwilight]

"something so scary the tardis ran away 😨😨💀" babe this is nothing new name one episode where the tardis doesn't vibe w the energy and just fucks off to who knows where until the conflict is resolved,, bye guys I'll catch you at the end of the episode

[kil9]

kabruing :3

[cybertron-smash-or-pass]

G1 Warpath

[zer0brainc3lls]

“Thomas liked Teresa!!” “Thomas liked Newt!!” “Thomas liked Brenda!!”

He liked all of them but couldn’t decide. I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL.

“Who do you like?”

Thomas: “uhhhhhhh uhmmm about that- the thing is- I care about them all equally-? Uhm… yes. Yes.”

[heffrondriving]

❝ And KENDALL needs to stop talking back to me after everything I say! ❞

[heartbuckles]

Kirk looks like someone just threw a rock at him during recess and Spock’s pissed about it 💀

[carmillas-vampiric-rage]

the many faces bi-han

[pseudophan]

oh my god yes obviously it's about heartstopper what else would it be

[writeshite]

“Careful now.” Mr. Milchick cautioned, his left palm just beneath yours as he’d stopped you from nearly dropping the small, neatly wrapped box. He guided your left hand back to a level height, around ninety degrees at angle from elbow to hand. “We wouldn’t want to break that.” His right hand was set atop yours on the top side of the gift box.

“Oh, thank you, Mr. Milchick,” you sighed in relief. “My apologies, my outie overexerted himself this past weekend.”

“Yeah, that’s called sex,” Dylan snarked, pointing to the hard to cover hickeys trailing to the back of your ear. You weren’t exactly eager to promote or detail your outie’s sex-life.

“It’s his outie’s wedding anniversary,” Mark rectified Dylan’s crass statement.

“I’m aware,” Mr. Milchick responded, “Five years, seven months, and twelve weeks.” His left hand softly traced your wedding ring. If you didn't know any better, you'd say his smile took a softer tone; the usual dead joy in his eyes looked almost enamored. “My congratulations to your outie. I imagine the annual exhaustion indicative of a successful and joyous marriage."

Dylan's yearly crude joke on the matter was cut short as Irving placed a hand on his mouth. "I believe so too," you beamed, "alongside the presents, of course." You nodded to the gift in your hands. "Thank you for hand-delivering this year's gift, and last year's, and the year before that. You really don't have to; I'm sure there are better things to do." You glanced down at the gift; his hands had yet to leave yours.

"Nonsense," he assured you, "It's no trouble at all." Mr. Milchick squeezed your hands and, with one final smile, left the space. Irving made a disgusted sound as Dylan licked his palm and darted into the supply closet for a tissue.

Dylan pursed his lips, glancing over at the door; once certain Mr. Milchick wasn't returning soon, he teased, “Get a room next time, will you?”

You rolled your eyes. "It's hardly sexual to talk to a coworker."

"It is when you and Milchick do it," Dylan pulled a face in good jest. "Tell him, Mark!" He attempted to corral Mark to his side, "The eyefucking is abysmally disgusting." He dramatically exclaimed.

"I mean," Mark pursed his lips momentarily, "I don't really see anything of the sort," his words caused disbelief to rise on Dylan's face. "Besides, isn't Milchick married?"

Both Dylan and you turn to each other, then Mark, before shrugging, uncertain as to the answer. "How can you be sure?" Dylan asked.

His question was met with no answer as Irving returned and sternly expressed Mr. Milchick's preference for privacy: "What extracurricular activities Mr. Milchick has have no bearing here; he hardly enjoys sharing facts about himself outside of work, we should respect that." Dylan pouted and directed a not-so-quiet 'party pooper' at Irving; the latter turned to you and smiled earnestly, "Besides, aren't you more excited to find what anniversary present our friend has this year?"

Dylan half-shrugged, and he and Mark turned their attention to the gift box as you tore away the purple wrapping. This year's gift was an appropriately and mildly decorated set of custom sticky notes. "Your outie's husband is quite thoughtful," Irving commented, glancing at the stickers. “He's a lucky man."

[lamentinglover]

I can’t give these cats catnip without Freyja bulldozing through everyone to steal the little piles I give each of them to have for themselves, and it’s so fucking funny because I have several little catnip piles for them in multiple spots in the room and whenever Gremlin or Moogle go for ANY of them, she immediately fucking leaps over there and bullies the shit out of them so they can’t have any of it, just to come back to the bed and lay down until they try again

like girl 😭😭😭 you’re so silly, let them have some omg I have enough for ALL OF YOU for a while, you don’t need to hoard all of it for yourself lmao

[killugon-truther]

“illumi loves killua, it’s just toxic/twisted.”

illumi literally views killua as his property that is his to control as he pleases. all he ever does is abuse & manipulate killua, so how about we stop calling it “love” and start calling it what it ACTUALLY is?

wanting to constantly control, manipulate, hurt, & abusive someone is NOT fucking love, pls learn that, and fast. it’s a bit concerning and incredibly disappointing that some of you don’t know that already, seriously. 💀

genuinely, get some help if you think that shit is “love”.