Which one of you Gits gave away my hiding spot?!

Whatever thin barriers that exist between the folds in my brain have melted. I have minion vision, a curse to some, a minion-dollar cheque to others.

The grin reaper…

choose your fav silly friendslop guy

I heard this metaphor growing up, and in my case, it backfired supremely, because I went out into my neighbor's backyard where a rose bush was growing, and the one I tested had like 30 petals (it was yellow, but definitely a rose of some kind), and as a very logical lass, I came to the conclusion that you could have premarital sex AT LEAST ten times before your future husband would even notice something was up. Moral of the story? Test your metaphors on the weirdest and most neurodivergent child you know before writing your weird religious propaganda.

love him

uh oh skaven enjoyer alert

ghost from the past (2)

Cigar yuri

Little Vlad walk warmup