@WolfyBun99
I have no bloody Idea where I got the scar on my left cheek from but all I know is that it feels like a strand of hair and its annoying that I always forget.
I have also been singing musicals for 1 hour now-
You know that moment were its midnight and you know you’re gonna be more of a dumbass then you already are( Including being a crackhead) in the morning but its just like;
H e l l n o , I a i n ‘ t l o s i n g t h e s l e e p c o n t e s t t o n i g h t d e m o n s .
02;00 I sacrificed myself. Got myself some water too. My acting and pokerface is getting better. I have to stiffle laughter from my last two braincells provide tho.
*Me and my best friends sleeping at one of our home's
*Best friend we are staying at nickname: Violet
*Other Best friend nickname: Chloe
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Us: Peacefully baking
Violet's Mom and sister to best friend: full on arguing
Us: continues to awkwardly bake
Today I cut my hair. The stylist misunderstood what I wanted, th result? I now look like a Karen that Kids put a really dark shade of red dye in her shampoo bottle.
F E A R
M E
M A N A G E R S!
Tbh I Kinda like it tho.
There are times I feel like a boss ass b itch, love myself and feel confident.
Then there are the times I make myself into a blanket burrito, eat chocolate, cry and watch whatever I find on my PC.
hey! this is the joke from Harry Potter:
part 1-
A leprechaun, a troll, and a hag all went into a bar.
“Benny!” said the bartender to the leprechaun, “I warned you three not to come back here after the last time. Took me weeks to clean up after all the mischief you caused.”
“Oh but it’s Floss’s birthday,” said Benny pointing to the hag. (She smiled and showed off her one good tooth.) “Give us a quick pint and let Troll and me sing to her. Then we’ll be on our way. Cross me heart an’ hope ta die.”
The bartender was a soft-hearted (and rather soft-headed) man, and so he did as Benny asked.
No sooner had they finished their drinks when a fight broke out over who should be allowed to give Floss a birthday kiss.
The troll and the leprechaun wrestled like they were caught in Devil’s Snare and broke a remarkable amount of glassware. The bartender tried every spell he knew to stop them, but nothing worked. (Truth to tell, he was not a very good wizard.)
Meanwhile Floss the Hag stood by, grinning and looking quite pleased with the celebration in her honor.
@actualmistake part 2- After a lengthy brawl, the troll had the advantage. He towered over the quaking leprechaun, ready to smash an enormous beer barrel over the poor fellow’s head. “Oh for pity’s sake,” said Floss who was also an accomplished witch. “Alohomora!” With a wave her wand, Floss opened the sealed barrel, dumping a lovely, golden brew over the troll, and quite possibly saving the leprechaun’s life. “Floss!” cried the leprechaun. “Let me thank ye with a wee kiss.” But the hag shook her tangled tresses of hair and refused him. “Yeh see! I’m the one she likes!” shouted Troll. He somersaulted to his lady love and tried to gather her in his great arms. But in a blink of a Cyclops’ eye, the hag disapparated and her companions fled. Once again, the bartender was left with a dreadful mess to clean up. His wife, who had witnessed the whole affair, heaved a sighed and began to mop up the ale. “Well, my dear,” she said. “At least we’ve learned two important lessons.” “What’s that?” said her grumpy husband. (He was in no mood for philosophical musing.) “Obviously,” the wise and alarmingly cheerful woman continued, “A Benny saved is a Benny spurned. And a rolling troll gathers no Floss.” you're welcome!!
JINGLE BELLS,
UMBRIDGE SMELLS
HARRY RUN AWAY.
OLIVER’S HOT AND MARCUS NOT.
HARRY POTTER ALL THE WAYYYYYYYYYY!!!!
MARRY CHRISTMAS Y’ALL FROM NORWAY
Anakin Skywalker is the definition of both possessive, delusional and protective yandere.
Padmé you fell inlove with the kid that asked if you were an angel while you were a teenager, then had his children and then you see what people manipulated him to do, while also seeing him brainwashing himself.
Though I am inlove with the dysfunctional family that is Star wars.
Parent: Sov godt!(Slang for have a nice sleep/sleep tight!)
Me;....Yeahhhhh..
Me at midnight staring at the ceiling unable to sleep; Homophobes says that every child deserve a loving home, why are they making their childrens lives miserable? Like - sometimes we actually take in their children so they get that loving home! Also, don’t some homophobes call themselves children of god? Doesn’t that mean that they have two dads???.....
What happens when I die?
@CeciDeci You beat me at chess, a game for big brain. But yeah you have you’re small brain moments - loetalky all the time but who cares.
Do you ever have those nights that you just can’t to fall asleep? - Me every night.
@CeciDeci I am Griffen, though I know you can relate to this. Do you ever find an amazing fic, and then boom, its not finished or the author gave up on it. Or the summary/description sound so cool! But it turns out to be really bad?
