#towhoever

[hearts401]

1/2(?)

[harveylembecks]

the thing about lucky hank is that i'm no longer able to tell when media is trying to sexualize its male leads and when it's just me

[melancholy2]

I spent like 3 days on this and I cant tell if i like it😭 but anyway its based off of some random painting I found,credit towhoever posted it❤

I made the person into a cat bc I was lazy

[ofwondersandhares]

☎️

Send “☎” for a RUSHED text.

[Text] Have you seen or heard from my brother? I need to know. I need to know if he knows that William is alive.

[meowkberry-is-a-gross-berry]

TOWHOEVER PUT THAT MILE LONG RAIMBOW POST ON MY DASH THAT TOOK ME MINUTES OF AGGRESSIVELY SCROLLING TO GET PAST

FUCK YOU

[killuaisaprincess]

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[aytozelk-blog]

#Rp #igiveprops #towhoever #dealswithme

[briandalopez]

This should be interesting. Ill send them in a timely manner! Hahaha. 😹😹😹 #wisdomteeth #ohlord #videos #towhoever

[miss-mayy]

[lt-ross]

This is not enough uniform; [Open]

There was just absolutely no way that this was a serious thing. This thing was not a serious thing. This was not even a thing. This was a joke… Right? For all the pomp and foolery of a male’s ideal, miniskirts were proven most impractical—and snug. The draft slowly settling in that public chamber was making her skin crawl, and if she wasn’t fidgeting with the lapel, she was too busy tugging at the hem to really care to crack a window… But seriously? This couldn’t have possibly been a thing. An office joke, maybe, but not an actual thing. Perhaps there was more than one ridiculous notion—that any female officer would be required to pull off a miniskirt with a gun holstered to… somewhere. Impracticalities bordered on more than how much skin a woman was willing to unveil, apparently. Where did the necessary accessories go? Turning around, looking at herself in the mirror, Lt. Ross couldn’t fathom a single solution for the ‘where’ in all of this… And all the while her thoughts reeled—contemplations on how to adequately refuse this ridiculous outfit in favor of something more comfortable. Why humor them with it? She sighed. It wasn’t exactly what she was expecting when they’d dropped it off, and if it wasn’t one of the necessary evils in tagging along with Mustang’s crew, then she had the right to complain about it. Albeit with a bout of embarrassment, she pulled her coat over her “uniform”—fists curled tightly into the fabric as she peeked out the door to see if the coast was clear at all… And even if it wasn’t, well… She just… hoped no one would notice.