Tfw = Two Fucking Weiners

Cancel me if you like, but Oscar the Grouch is much more "dilfy" and "sexable" than any of your tasteless Tumblr Sexy Man. Sans Undertale? The Onecest? Bill Triangle? Those twinks wish they were my poor little sopping wet trashcan waifu meow meow. Idiots DNI!

Nobody:

JD Vance:

Are You Even Nonby

You Mother Fucker. Do you think a Cis would be able to do this? Pulls out a gun and kills you right between the eyes. I look at you bleeding out and sigh. It didn't have to be like this. My inner Darkness took over me... I begin to cry. I am so sorry, Anon. We did not need to be enemies... We could have been Non Binary together.

The Pope, desperate to avoid ever interacting with JD Vance again, went to the one place the Vice President couldn't follow: heaven.

♡ Imagane... ♡

♡Joker holding you while you cry after a panic attack ♡

♡Joker giving you a bath and feeding you soup when you are sick♡

♡Joker tucking a strand of hair behind your ear and asking "Why So Serious?" to try to cheer you up when you are sad♡

♡Joker letting his painted red smile slip, just for a moment, after answering a phone call from Hospital saying you got hit by a car. He cries one tear ♡

♡ Joker being vulnerable with you and crying on your lap as you stroke his hair with your one good arm Other one fell off in car crash ♡

♡Joker's eyes lighting up fondly as he looks at you, his gaze softening when he thinks you aren't looking ♡

♡ Joker finding the man who ran you over in a hit and run, beating him up and crying FUCKER! SHE LOST HER FUCKING ARM BECAUSE OF YOU! then he gasps and wimpers so sad for you♡

♡Joker giving you head♡

As a seminari I can confirm things often get rather faggy

fondly remembering when pope francis said he hopes hell is empty. top pope francis moments. right up there with him saying some seminaries are too faggy

Double cake 🍰

♤♡JustJokerThings◇♧

I have pink eye

Hi my name is Don Quixote of La Mancha the Knight of the Rueful Figure and I have a rueful figure (that's how I got my name) with purple bruised ribs and tall stature and gaunt features and hair turning gray and a rather hooked aquiline nose and large black drooping mustaches and a lot of people tell me I look like Amadís of Gaul (AN: if u don’t know who he is begone!). I’m not related to Lady Oriana but I wish I was because she’s an incomparable flowering beauty. I’m a knight errant but some of my teeth and grinders are missing. I have long lank limbs. I’m also a defender of damsels, protector of orphans, succourer of the needy, righter of wrongs, undoer of injustice, and I wander a magic countryside called the mountains of Spain where I’m in my first year of knighthood (I’m forty-nine). I’m a gentleman (in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear mostly armor. I love my great-grandfather's forgotten corner of the house and I cobble together all my clothes from there. For example today I was wearing a doublet of fine cloth with matching shoes and velvet breeches and a helmet, morion, visor, breastplate and backpiece. I was riding outside La Mancha. It was early morning so the rays of the sun fell obliquely and the heat did not distress me, which I was very happy about. A lot of giants stared at me. I put up my pasteboard visor at them.

I spent all of Easter with my Cock buried to the hilt in my Kermit Plushie's tender hole... now I awaken to news of the Pope's death. Coincidence...?