#ilyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

ok so @youcancallmenoob made this post about the tf2 men in drag and its been haunting me for weeks now so i made it real

some thoughts an stuff behind these designs :]  🌈❤️

you're cute 😘

I’m speechless <3 I mean, THANK YOU, SO ARE YOU💕 U//w//U i hope you have a lovely day, honey!

“Yellow, sunshine, lemons, sunflowers...” Britt listed them one by one, ticking them off on her fingers, “...y’know...stuff like that!”

Queenie watched her for a beat, all the while wearing the general expression of a woman trying very, very hard to multiply triple-digit numbers in her head, “I...I have no idea how I’m supposed to make any of that scary, is the thing...or gross...or like, upsetting, d’you know what I mean?”

Britt turned to her and fought valiantly against the urge to roll her eyes (when it came to dealing with Queenie, she’d learned very quickly, the desire to eye-roll was intense and often inescapable, and usually just sort of encouraged her awful behavior), instead saying with all the patience of a saint, “Not everything you write needs to be scary or gross.”

The expression on Queenie’s face told Britt in no uncertain terms that no, no she did not actually know, understand, or maybe even have the ability to absorb that knowledge.

And that was...fine, that was fine, there were always workarounds, always different ways to try and get her to stop being such an edgelord - one of these days, she knew, she was going to actually get her to write something happy and cute and not about people eating their friends - so she tried a new tactic, offering a different suggestion: “What about...scented candles and margaritas?”

Queenie narrowed her eyes, and for a moment (a beautiful, blessed moment), Britt was so sure she wasn’t going to be a dumbass for once in her life...but then she opened her mouth and said something so infuriating she found herself wondering if she could take a nap instead of continuing the conversation; namely, “So I could write something about someone beating someone else to death with a margarita-scented candle, then???”