Some Reality Web

What the fricka frak is this!?

I've been fae napped by some rando with an ostrich fetish and Tweety Pie won't frick off and pester someone else.

Bo-Bo! Trick!? What the hell guys.

It took over a year and a half at seventeen, but I'm finally no longer anyone's dependent.

You'll always be my Sugar Mama, though, Hope.

Normally this would be a bit too retro vintage for me but I am obsessed with this dress.



I don't know where to wear it though. Not a club.


eta:
I think Rey's gone. The Entity better not be going back to never letting me keep a roommate.

So. Just what I needed. There's a Charmander that won't leave me alone, Lockheed is pissy and jealous and I'm sure I have some kind of allergy to something because I sneeze every three minutes which flares Charmander's tail which startles Lockheed so this whole place might burn the fuck down.

My bad.

[ KATE & ROGUE ]

On the subject of burning shit, Hawkdad finished pulling out all the burnt shit in our apartment, so... we can move back.