#incorrect textposts

[divorce-quartet-memes]

guys i have made so many memes recently what the fuck

[lucentdreamzzz]

[jabamint]

Incorrect Nil Textposts Part 5

[tadhannahj]

[yudgefudge]

footballers as textposts + tweets, Bayern edition!!

[a-robot]

by the way this is from my friend’s tumblr rp

[starsanchor]

Ava: *Gently taps table*

John: *Taps back*

Bob: What are they doing?

Yelena: Morse code.

Ava: *Aggressively taps table*

John: *Slams hands down* YOU TAKE THAT BACK-

[your-senpaaaai]

try to convince me its not them

[aphwaph]

she would've loved Friday the 13th

[nagitosstolenhand]

[divorce-quartet-memes]

[hey-whats-the-holdup]

This is what im talkin about babey!!!!!

[jabamint]

Incorrect Nil Textposts Part 4

[merlinmylove]

[violent138]

Dick, answering Damian’s call: "Hey Dami, I'm sorry I'm almost done, I'll be there soon. You guys pick a movie?"

Damian: "We did. Out of curiousity, how would you feel if we also searched for a new apartment for you?"

Dick, rolling his eyes: "Okay, okay message received. I'm maybe ten minutes away, please don't burn my place down."

Dick, stringing up the bad guy: "Dami?"

Damian: "Jon and I found a really nice place by the water, pets are allowed too."

Dick, signing a note to stick on the guy: "Okay little wing that's pretty sweet, but I really-- what's that sound? Are those sirens? Damian?"

Dick: *sprints to his glider*

Jon, in the background: "It wasn't on purpose. Did you tell him that?"

Dick, covering his ear to listen better over the wind: "Sorry what? What wasn't on purpose? Why are you whispering?"

Damian: "It's technically Superman's fault."

Dick: "What? Give the phone to Jon."

Damian: "No--" *mild sounds of a scuffle* "--give it back!"

Jon: "Hey Dick. How are you?"

Dick: "What happened?"

Damian, muffled: "You think you're safe up there?! You're not--"

Jon: "So we were messing with your punching bag and Damian asked me how hard I could punch."

Dick: "Uh-huh." *squints as he sees his place in the distance*

Jon: "So I did it a little harder, and it kind of--"

Dick, on the opposite roof: "Went through the wall?"

Jon: "Yeah. What do we do? There's cops outside."

Dick: "Call a contractor maybe. On Bruce's dime."

Jon: "What?"

Dick: "Huh? Oh sorry. Fake an oven explosion. You were making popcorn."

Jon: "What? They're not going to buy that!"

Dick: "You got a better idea?"

Damian, barely audible: "How much popcorn?"

Dick, pinching the bridge of his nose:

[gals-other-blog]

💙Some narumitsu Textposts for all your Unnecessary feelings❤️