#op i'm coming for your kneecaps

[cakemagemaeve]

I defy anyone to watch this video of a horse having the time of his life with a rubber chicken and then tell me that horses don't play.

[drifting-stars-mabel]

Hey Mabel! I don't know how much you know about zombie/apocalypse movies (they seem like they'd be more Dipper's thing) but here's a couple tips from those sorts of things that could help you out, or at least make things easier (if Ford hasn't had you do these things yet, anyway):

•Tied up hair is a lot harder to grab than long, flowing hair. Short hair is even harder to grab, less to hold onto. Consider putting your hair in a ponytail or braid, or even getting it cut! It probably wouldn't be a happy feeling to have to cut it but you would totally rock short hair! It'd also be a lot easier to manage/take care of (coming from real life experience).

•I don't know how many humanoid creatures or things in general you've had to fight, but if you have to attack something in close range, go for the nose or eyes (at least in human anatomy they're very sensitive to damage - it doesn't take a lot to break a nose actually). Clapping someone on the ears/side of the head can also throw them off balance. Going for the liver area can also make someone double over really easily.

•When you're attacking from a ranged position, go for the knees/kneecaps first. That's a pretty solid way of stopping someone in their tracks, whether it be to stun them, just get away, or do more damage.

•If zombie media in general has taught me anything, go for the brain when possible!

•If you get stabbed by something and the thing is still stuck inside you (an arrow, a spear, anything), your first impulse is going to remove it, yank it out. DO NOT DO THAT. The object is basically acting like a plug for your body and if you remove it, you'll start bleeding a LOT and VERY QUICKLY. I'm not a medical professional by any means but from what I do know, you'll want to apply a lot of pressure to the wound (while the object is still stabbed in you because *plug*), then carefully remove the object while still applying pressure, disinfect the wound and bandage it. It goes better when you have another person there to help you out.

•I know you love knitting but I recommend learning to sew if you haven't started already. You can mend clothes and sew close injuries. Both are very helpful.

•There's a lot of symptoms regarding life-threatening things like blood loss, heat stroke, hypothermia, being drugged or poisoned. Make sure to familiarize yourself with them, both for you and Ford. (I can go into them with more detail if you want)

(Op I'm so sorry this is so long - can you tell I have hyperfixated on injuries for writing and have devoured both whump tumblr and drifting stars hcs like soup)

ooo, Thank you!! And don't worry!! I know how to sew- I just didn't have the materials before--

I'll make sure to tell Grunkle Ford this stuff just incase!!

ooc: i'm also hyperfixating dw. wish I could think up a longer response than this ong :((

[pininghermit]

This is a long ask but I got inspired 🌟

(This takes place after symphony of the night, where Alucard met reader fighting in the castle and he chooses to not go back to his eternal rest because s/o's sass stole his heart)

Alucard who treats his butch female darling like a princess, like tying her shoes,kissing the back of her hand, tending to her every need and fetching her coat and what not without ever needing to be asked.

Alucard who finds himself wanting to spend all his time with his s/o, wanting to brush there teeth together, cook together...

Alucard who's fiercely protective, even though his s/o can defend themselves just fine but he can't risk losing her, whether it be in death or someone stealing her away.

Whenever s/o is in a room, People needn't look to hard to find Alucard, her personal guard dog.

People don't understand how s/o can have someone who was so cold and aloof wrapped around her finger, truth be told, she doesn't either. What with how when they first met she had told him off for his attitude,(someone likes a gal who takes no sh*t and could kick his ass (0w0))

Sorry for such a delayed response! I suck I know :( but I hope you enjoy it (if you still linger here)

Ohohoho Alucard being whipped for his OP wife *sips tea in pleasure*

He knows you can kick ass. You could be an MMA fighter but you are his precious soft person and how dare anyone even look weird at you.

Annon you are so right with description that I cannot stop thinking about this. Just the gentleness of his every action *i'm soft*.

He will pull a Hua Cheng and not let you step on bloodied/dirty ground. Princess carry you from the mess that very much originated from your actions.

Perfectly peeled apples, crust less sandwiches to challenging people to duel for your honor, this boi is whipped.

In a life where you have been a strong daughter, a brave sister, an enduring captain of guard, only Alucard sees you devoid of the narratives that people have attached to you.

And in the world that sings songs of your valor, you can't help but be swayed by the Dhampir who sees you his beloved. Just you.

Maybe if it were your family, your mentor, or anyone else you would have steeled your heart and avoided the warmth of comfort but with Adrian...you don't. You allow yourself to mellow under his care. To be spoiled with his actions.

"Here all set," you watch Adrian kneel infront of you. The warmth of knitted wool surrounds your kneecap. "Now you won't feel chill even during the hardiest of patrols," your beloved smiles as his hands readjust your pants.

The chill of forest had never bothered you. Crouching for hours as you tracked targets had been a regular task that you did not think twice before taking on. To everyone including you, it was an integral part of your duty.

But Adrian...he knew you better than yourself. The slight stiffness of your knee had been a fleeting annoyance you got rid off with regular warmups.

Yet, it did not escape his notice. Only when you prepared to leave for another patrol did your beloved lead you to a well loved chaise and gently pulled up your trouser.

"Wha-" you wanted to ask him. Bit could not complete your sentence before he took a knitted warmer and wrapped it around your scarred knee.

The warmth of Adrian's touch enveloped your knee. "I scented it with cloves so it would reduce inflammation in case cold triggers pain." Holding his hands in yours, you lean in resting your forehead on his.

Maybe you did not need looking after. You certainly can do without it but you want it when it comes from Adrian. You treasure it. All your beloved's pampering makes you more than a captain or a legend. "Thank you," you whisper it feels blasphemous to be any louder in the moment.

Your hands cup his face and you memorize him with the sincerity of pious morning prayers. Every moment spent without him would pass on the merit of your memories.

Your lips meet his in a kiss. Gratitude, love, and yearning you pour it all in that one parting kiss.

[youmightbeautistic]

[ID: Tweet thread by The Tweedy Mutant (@the_tweedy):

One of the cruelest things about Autistic/ADHD masking is that you learn to treat positive emotions as a warning sign that you're about to do something "wrong" and that it is therefore "safest for everyone" if you maintain a constant, low-key negative internal emotional state.

To feel joy, you have to be in yourself and in the moment. You're not worried about how you appear to others. You can't be both hypercritical of your existence while also reveling in it.

Joy means that the mechanism for monitoring/policing yourself for the comfort of others no longer takes priority. And when being yourself is so often a "wrong" way to be, being yourself without surveilling/"mitigating" yourself can feel perilous.

In fact, we've often been told it *is* perilous -- to others. We're told that we're "rude", "weird", "extra", "unthinking", "impulsive", "over-the-top", "self-absorbed", "oblivious", "annoying", etc.

We don't hear those messages when we're already over-analyzing our behaviours from the point of view of everyone else and adapting them accordingly.

We hear those messages when the connection with that normativity-focused inner critic drops and family, bosses, educators, colleagues, etc. step in to play that role. That might come from a meltdown or shut down, but it also happens in moments of true unselfconscious joy.

So joy feels dangerous. Joy becomes associated with alienating others, and eventually we come to feel alienated from joy itself.

I realized today that whenever I feel truly immersed in positive emotions (heck, even plain uncomplicated contentment), I am immediately fearful of who or what I must be irritating, neglecting, overstepping, steamrolling, etc.

I have received the message that my joy comes at a cost to everyone else. My happiness is something I do to others. So I have learned to always keep my emotional barometer just slightly inside of the depressed range.

I can have a little mirth, as a treat. (lineface emoji)

This is deadly. There is nothing surprising at all about the suicide and self-harm statistics of ADHD and Autistic folks once you understand that we are conditioned in this way. Training people to be depressed is deadly.

Sometimes I say that I am happiest when I am by myself, but I wonder if maybe I am just only actually *allowed to feel* happy -- like truly happy without that lingering soupçon of impending indecorum and fuckuppery -- when I am by myself.

(Well not completely by myself. Usually also with my cats. Because they're always game for a little indecorum and fuckuppery.)

Oof I'm sorry this is all resonating with folks.

The OP quote tweets with the comment: This feeling exactly:

The tweet quoted is by Alyssa Visscher (@alyssavisscher): This entire thread. Unraveling my nervous systems trauma responses in the last months has uncovered the exact experience. When I have a sense of safety, much of the time my nervous system has interpreted it as dangerous, as I'm likely to commit a relationship-harming blunder.

OP continued: Another reason why I find myself trying to "manage my emotional expectations" is bc of the whiplash you get from being kneecapped when only moments before you were truly, neurodivergently happy. It's a hard fucking landing.

It's like the physical feeling of getting the wind knocked out of you but on an existential level. 0/10 would not recommend.

This thread was brought to you by one of those "find words for your feelings" charts and the jarring realization that I view every emotion listed under "happy" with suspicion and try to limit how much of it I experience. (melting emoji) End ID.]

[the-actual-literal-worst]

Originally, I didn't wanna say anything, but I'm filled with more and more anger the longer I have to see the replies and reblogs to this post.

Now, no hate to this as a concept. I've intentionally covered the username and profile because I don't want to invite the OP to come try and start shit on my blog, nor do I want people to go to them and try and start shit either. In fact, I've seen some good points brought up retaining to the safety and comfort of the animal, as well as the difficulties this brings for people with allergies. Is this pretty aggressive? Sure, but it's the internet- and I doubt this person preaches like this in their day-to-day life, so who cares?

No. My problem is with this addition from the OP:

As someone who has spent the majority of my life homeless, I think this is a perfect example of people invoking us in an argument where they truly don't give a shit about us.

This argument had nothing to do with homeless people. We are the seasoning you threw onto your food last second to make you feel like you hold some moral high ground to your dissenters. Not only do you kneecap your original argument with this (it seems like you care a lot less about "dogs in public" than you do "the general attitudes and cultural norms of the people and communities in metropolitan areas") but you also used us in an argument that we are DISPROPORTIONATELY AFFECTED BY.

I could go on and on about how insulting this feels, and how often it happens, but instead I'd like to use this moment to speak with any homeless people who cross this post.

The blog in these pictures is not wrong about one thing- one thing they go on to prove fairly well in this thread: That the punishment for the crime of "annoyance" is tenfold for homeless people, and that people will not hesitate to go out of their way to hurt us, have our things destroyed, bar us from public spaces, or any number of horrible treatments if they believe it will remove us from the forefront of their minds: all for the social crime of being deemed "unsightly" or "a nuisance".

This being said: IF YOU HAVE ANIMALS, PLEASE DO NOT LEAVE THEM AT YOUR CAMPSITE.

For many of us, pets can serve as guards (especially in unsafe environments), but at the very least they are functionally one of the few comforts in our lives, and one of the few tethers to "normal" that we are able to retain.

People do not believe we deserve that little grace, and the number of times I have seen someone's pet hurt or killed, intentionally set loose, had animal control called on them for being left unattended, or even straight up kidnapped- by everyday people who who took it upon themselves to play enforcer because they didn't like that the highway overpass looks dirty now, or by the same type of people who will preach about how the things that annoy them shouldn't be allowed in public spaces- is far too many.

So, since you won't have the privilege of just "leaving them at home" here are some tips from someone who's been in your shoes, and has been lucky enough to get to stand on the other side of the fence more recently.

(This goes just as much for objects as much as it does for animals- unfortunately when living like this, you can't guarantee the safety and ownership of anything left behind, and it's always safer to just keep your things with you.)

Make sure you have proper equipment for keeping your pet in public

Not only should you try and get a good, sturdy (non retractable) leash, but harnesses are harder to slip than collars, and make it easier to control your pets movement. Also, as much as you may not want to, a muzzle will keep a dog from barking, as well as negate the chance of someone claiming they have bit/ are a bite risk- behaviors which could have you removed from the premises at best, or have your pet taken or put down at worst. As much as you think "my dog would never" "they're too well behaved" or anything that makes you hesitant- a grocery store, a diner, or any other place you make need to take your pet will be filled with many smells, people, foods, other animals, and as much as you believe you can control your dog, you cannot control the world around you- and I promise you'd rather be safe than sorry.

If you are strapped for cash and can't go buy these items, then go talk to your local animal shelters, Petco/PetSmart's, community centers, and even outreach resources (shelters, assistance buildings, sometimes even free clinics). Many of these facilities will have donation bins specifically for the homeless or for people in financial crisis, or will be able to point you towards programs that can help set you up with equipment, food, and anything else your pet might need.

Please have your pet spayed/neutered

Not only do you not wanna risk having puppies or kittens on your hands, but animals are often more likely to be aggressive when not fixed. Your super sweet dog may attack another one for being in heat. Your cat will be more aggressive to humans because the hormones it's running with will make it more territorial.

Having a pet that loses it over people or other animals not only puts the animals in danger, but it also puts people in danger, and either way it's a sure fire way to get kicked out of the grocery store.

Talk with your local shelters (especially the ASPCA) about reduced fee fixings, many of them have programs specifically for people on the streets (and many will have free spay and neuter programs for cats specifically to reduce the number of ferals).

Make sure your pet is up to date on its shots

This one goes without saying: you don't want to hurt someone else's animal, or let yours get hurt. And you certainly don't want the vet bills from treating a sick pet

Again, talk with local shelters,any have assistance programs, or can point you in the right direction.

Ask whether or not the place you are going will allow pets in the first place

Many stores, restaurants, etc have no problem allowing animals, or will even pride themselves as being pet friendly, but if a place say no dogs/cats/ whatever other animal you may have (unless it's a place where there won't be other people, I really couldn't care less about what you're sneaking into your motel room)- don't argue or try and fight about it: calmly apologize and leave quietly and quickly. You don't want to draw attention to the situation or you risk having the cops called- and you are much more susceptible to mistreatment, harassment, and being locked up than whatever yuppie in the grocery store felt they were defending the public space. These are just spaces you've gotta accept that you won't be able to go (at least not with your pet)

Finally

Do not buy fake vests or certifications and claim that your untrained pet is a service animal, esa, or anything of the sort

Not only will it be big trouble if you're caught lying, but no matter how well behaved your pet is, or how much you feel they do a service, they are not trained working animals. They never be as well behaved as a properly trained service animal; and when pets (usually dogs) that misbehave, are reactive, or are generally just not actually working are claimed as service animals, it makes it harder for people with the need to bring their real service animals with them to do so. It emboldens business owners (who already have no qualms against discriminating against the disabled) to ban required service animals from their stores (and while this is against the law it rarely stops them). You don't want to do anything that makes survival harder for a group of people who are already treated like dirt for the crime of existing, the same way you would not like someone to make your life harder.

Obviously, the best option you have would be to leave your pets with a safe friend or family member for the day, but not everyone will have this option- and at the end of the day you should worry about your comfort, safety and survival, not about pandering to people trying to virtue signal to you on the internet while they spit in your face irl.

Stay safe out there

(and if anyone who sees this has links to resources for transient pet owners, or just for homeless people in general- please feel free to leave them in the reblogs, sharing is caring!)

[local-extraterrestrial]

This this this THIS.

I see everything you're saying, but I'm particularly caught up on his leg. I wrote a whole-ass analysis on this at some point but I've lost it somewhere in the depths of my notes. Alas. Either way: I refuse to believe this man would ever be able to walk properly, let alone this soon.

In the impact frame of his leg breaking we can clearly see that this is not just a complete breakage of both his tibia and fibula (bones in the lower leg, connecting the knee to the ankle), but also likely a compound fracture.

[A compound fracture (also known as an “open fracture”) is a bone fracture that is accompanied by breaks in the skin, causing the broken ends of bone to come into contact with the outside environment.]

While we don't see either of the bones strictly sticking out of his leg (which I like to joke is because they would've had to add a gore warning if they did that), we do see the bones pushing at the muscle and skin of his calf, definitely causing a degree of muscle damage that would take a long time to heal. Another thing that points me in the direction of a compound fracture is the fact we later see he has an open wound on roughly the spot where the bone would've pieced the skin. But that is just guess work.

And even then, we see he has to manually realign the bones. Which, in case you don't know, is something you should never do with a complete or compound fracture. But he doesn't exactly have a choice, does he? This kind of fracture requires surgery and literal metal rods and plates to align and stabilise the bone. And this is two of them. (Also one thing that haunts my nightmares is the fact that to set a fracture that bad without any sort of surgery, he likely would've had to pull the bones apart before pushing them back together. Geez, my own leg hurts just thinking about it.)

Meaning, the bones are definitely misaligned and would under no circumstances heal right.

And to make matters worse, the impact frame also shows us that the bones also splintered upon impact, likely made even worse by him having to so indelicately realign the bone. Which not only means that the pieces missing would've made the recovery process even longer, but that those splinters are likely still in his leg. As in, in there. In the muscle. Shrapnel-style. Making every single movement of the muscles EXCRUCIATING. That's literally a bunch of small knives in his muscles. Horrible. And that might have contributed to the infection we see developing. His muscles and tendons are no doubt fucked to hell and back.

Add to all that the fact that, due to the placement and cause of the break, this might've also messed up his knee, likely a displacement of the patella (kneecap). Messed up shit, really.

In conclusion, Jayce Talis shouldn't have been able to walk with any semblance of a normal gait, even with the brace. This man needs a doctor ASAP. And physical therapy.

Also on the note of PTSD, the incident with the blizzard definitely caused a lot of trauma. I like to think that cold temperatures tend to trigger him so he really doesn't like winter.

And my personal headcanon is that the whole Arcane glitching thing leaves him with migrane-like symptoms and a general sensitivity to magic and shit like that.

Overall, OP your brain is magnificent. Hope you get all the writing and/or art inspiration you ever wish for.

Smth smth i need more fics/discussion about disabled Jayce. I'm high on the disabled jayce cocain, im sorry

I know this man had diarrhea for days because he was eating fucking radioactive salamanders (that I don't think he even cooked properly) and drinking unclean water. His guts are fucked. He must've drastically lost weight, as well as having hair loss and early grey hair. He has ptsd. Smell of a raw meat OR rot just sends him into panic. NOT TO MENTION THAT HE ALREADY MOST SURELY HAD PTSD FOR NEARLY DYING IN A BLIZZARD AND THINKING THAT HIS MOM DIED SO I BET HE ALSO HAS A SEASONAL DEPRESSION. Light sensitivity... Twiches... Chronic pain....

And imagine Viktor WHO LITERALLY KNOWS WHAT IT'S LIKE TO SUDDENLY FIND YOURSELF IN THE MIDDLE OF A RAPID HEALTH DECLINE trying to just... be there. Tell him what he himself needed to hear all these years. Helps him to adjust to a new reality of not being able... well generally not being able bodied anymore

I want to explode them both.

[unhingedwomandiaries]

I'm absolutely bollocked today after what HR likes to call "team building" but what I call "mandatory torture disguised as fun." Started at stupid o'clock with a taxi to catch a train into London proper – or "Big London" as my mother-in-law calls it, like it's some sort of urban power ranking bollocks.

First up was this escape room that looked like Indiana Jones had a threesome with Ninja Warrior and that Pandemic game, then vomited everywhere. You're meant to be saving humanity or some shit by breaking into this "ancient lab" that looked about as authentic as Katie Price's tits. There's these bridges with vanishing planks (health and safety must've been on holiday when they approved that one) and some made-up disease spreading faster than gossip at a WI meeting.

Lunch was in Regent's Park, getting eyeballed by these proper hard-faced swans. Proper mafia swans, these were. Looking at your sandwich like they'd break your kneecaps for a bite of Tesco meal deal.

Then we're at this wanky ice cream place doing flavours that sound like they were invented during a dare. Got Branston's piccalilli mixed with Bird's custard because apparently I hate myself. Actually wasn't bad, which probably says more about my taste buds being fucked than anything else.

Killed time at this "gaming pub" which is basically what happens when some twat with too much money decides drinking isn't complicated enough. Everyone's jumping around on these light-up dance pads like sugar-rushed toddlers at a disco, trying not to spill their drinks. It's like PE meets AA, but with shit music.

Dinner was at some fancy French place where they charge you the price of a small car to eat portions that wouldn't fill up a sparrow. £195 per person? For that money I want the chef to personally feed me while giving me a foot massage. The wine cost more than my monthly mortgage and tasted like something you'd get on offer at the Co-op.

This new bloke brought his wife along last minute. She sat there all evening staring at him like he'd just invented oxygen, barely touching her food. Probably thought it wasn't worthy of her delicate sensibilities. Found myself getting properly narked about it, then getting narked at myself for being narked. It's a whole circle of nark.

Everyone's chatting absolute waffle about kitchen appliances like they've never seen a fucking toastie maker before. Christ on a bike, it's bread and cheese, not the second coming.

Now I'm sat here cobbling together lunch from whatever random shit I could find in my cupboards because apparently even pre-packed sandwiches are trying to kill us these days. Got some manky croissant, biscuits that taste like cardboard, cheese that comes in a tube (who even invented that?), some health food crisps that taste like compressed sadness, and a protein bar that's probably been in my bag since Christmas.

My legs feel like I've been kicked by a horse and my eyes are doing that thing where they're open but not really seeing anything. If this is what team building's supposed to feel like, I'd rather work alone in a basement with only the office spider for company.

Fuck it. Might just have a nap under my desk.

[twstwonderlandstuff]

Mwaha! It's the anon that asked you for the MC who gives affection roughly by biting gently etc.. Absolutely perfect writing, OP. I loved it>:3 If I can request again, could I request the same thing with Riddle, Malleus, and Azul this time? Thank you in advance, have fun~~

biting anon is back at it again, and I am happy to oblige!

the other biting request!

reqs are open!

gender neutral reader

tw: rough affection

prompt: MC who shows affection by grabbing them really hard, biting them (gently), or giving rib crushing hugs

riddle rosehearts

🍉 he doesn't enjoy the grabbing. no, I think he'll mistake as Floyd and attempt to magic your kneecaps out of existence.

🍉 as for the biting, hmm... he is a wee lad, but the way you gently bite him, mark him, even, gives him a giddy rush that he never thought he'd get.

🍉 maybe he gets a little brazen and forgets about it when he changes? imagine Floyd pointing it out like "eh, so goldfish's not as demure as I thought, ehh~?"

🍉 man gets massacred RIP

🍉 rib crushing hugs? there's trey, and while I don't think trey's the type to crush you, I do think the tightness and closeness of the hug comforts riddle. he'll like it, but I think he'll prefer it even more if you do it in a more gentle manner.

malleus draconia

🍉 first and foremost, hats off to you for being able to grab a 202 cm man, but secondly, he'd be okay with it. it's not something he loves, but it's not something he finds distasteful, either.

🍉 though, he would appreciate it if you scaled it down a bit. it remind him a little too much of the magicam monsters.

🍉 biting??? BITING???? mark him as flustered and interested, because he LOVES it. enjoys it, relishes in the attention, in fact. cover this man up, why don't 'cha?

🍉 your rib crushing hugs reminds him of Lilia, so he enjoys it. it gives a homely feeling that he occasionally misses during his time in NRC. doesn't feel quite the same when the man that raised you transitions into a student, ya feel? keep em coming!

azul ashengrotto

🍉 I'm gonna preface this by saying that most of your actions remind him on Floyd.

🍉 grabbing just surprises him, and he'll reprimand you not to do it again. in public.

🍉 in private? he likes the possessiveness, the touchiness that comes with the action, and will melt against your body.

🍉 gentle bites? something he doesn't particularly enjoy. it remind him of Floyd, who sinosnhis teeth into him for fun if he feels like it.

🍉 rib crushing hugs, though... 👀 he digs. he digs SO hard. again, it's in the possessiveness, the feeling of your arms wrapping around his body pressed tightly (and rightly) against you... yeah, keep it up, he defo. likes it!

[chaotic-trav]

I'm laughing. Op you better deliver otherwise we're coming for your kneecaps

100k notes and i'll @ my crush on this post

[derinthescarletpescatarian]

#op I'm coming for your kneecaps#i do not wish to think about living in the well

How are you gonna reach my kneecaps from down there in the well

You'll have to climb out

I wrote another short story and this one is very short so it is definitely normal. It has no space to be weird.

How to escape the well

[nozoditz]

#listen i don't even go here#but if u lyin' op i'm coming for your kneecaps /silly#fgo#let my bi/straight/boyliking friends EAT fgo

i heard next year we’re getting summer diarmuid and he’s gonna be wearing the tiniest shorts you’ve ever seen in your life

[guardian-of-fandoms]

op no offense but i'm coming directly for your kneecaps

Hey guys I’ve made an absolutely heinous discovery

[bebxos]

>:(

i have to say i do legitimately love making fun of short people

[obsidianmage3]

thanks i Despise It

you've heard of catboy elias, you've heard of catboy plukas, Jon, the whole crew. consider:

Catgirl Nikola

[echoes-of-creativity]

Man, I could ramble for a while about how differently the professors would react to the other leaving. It seems to me that's when they "went off the deep end" so to speak. Sada's manic desperation and poor Arven being so confused about everything just makes me 😭😭😭😭

im obsessed with this terrible woman i wanna study her under a microscope

[lillylunala]

NO!

Only Sam and Max fans will get this

🐰🤖👋💥