anon hate makes me feel so powerful like..you gotta hide from me? thats an ego boost. youre actually sending hate on anon? thats another ego boost im automatically better than you
IM PISSING HOLYCRAP YUI
Yui: What is R-18?
Reiji: R is the 18th letter of the alphabet.
Laito: Oh? … Ohhhh!!!
every time. every single time that reverse gif from like prince of egypt or something where the guy is just like shaking his head no but goes in for the embrace anyways this shouldnt be as funny as it is to me but omfg every sing LE TIME
MY MIND IS TELLING ME NO
BUT MY BODY
MY BODY IS TELLING ME YES
I LAUGHED FOR A SOLID TEN MINUTES BEFORE RELBOGGING OH YM FRICKGIN GOD I CANT BRETAHE
hi i’m miroku the lecher and i like to grab italy’s butt
Care to dance?
takao’s a banana
we were browsing in a bookshop and i drifted to the other side of the store and left my mum to her own devices for like five seconds and i turn around to glance back at her only to find her picking up fifty shades of grey from a shelf
the thing you need to know about my mum is she’s not like all the other mum’s who have bought and read the book. she is quaint and innocent and doesn’t even know what smut or raunch means. she thinks sex before marriage is a no-no and she has a fit when she sees guys with their trousers down so low their boxers show
i’m pretty sure my birth was a miraculous conception
so just imagine my horror for a second as i see her open the book, blissfully unaware of the contents
imagine, if you will, a nineteen year old literally hurling herself across the store, shrieking “MUM NO” with an arm outstretched ready to punch the book forcefully out of her hands
passersby are shoved out of the way, indignant retorts are made, but the nineteen year old doesn’t care because she’s got to move so fast she makes the speed of light her bitch otherwise her mum is going to read about christian piledriving the shit out of anastasia
but the nineteen year old doesn’t quite make it
her mum lets out a horrified gasp and exclaims ‘NIPPLES?!’
other people glance over their shoulders, notice the book in her grasp and shake their heads in disapproval
the nineteen year old comes to a stand still, everything seems to go in slow motion as she watches her mum turn to look at her, confusion and shock written all over her face as she whispers, again,