Jesus Fucked
Jesus Fucked

Jesus Fucked

So Fat
So Fat

So Fat

Friendly
Friendly

Friendly

Its On
Its On

Its On

Im Fat
Im Fat

Im Fat

God Damn It
God Damn It

God Damn It

other girls
 other girls

other girls

you idiot
 you idiot

you idiot

wear
 wear

wear

so much
 so much

so much

🔥 Popular | Latest

Alive, Bored, and Club: PRAY FOR THE WICKE RP STARTER MEME <p><a href="http://jeanbeanmemes.tumblr.com/post/175161423268/various-lyrics-from-the-panic-at-the-disco-album" class="tumblr_blog">jeanbeanmemes</a>:</p><blockquote> <p> <small><i>Various lyrics from the Panic! At The Disco album. Feel free to change anything to adapt better for RP purposes. This is part two of the lyrics</i><i>! </i><b><i>Some lyrics may be triggering.</i></b></small></p> <h2><b>Dancing’s Not A Crime</b></h2> <ul><li><small>I’m a moon-walker. I’m like MJ up in the clouds.<br/></small></li> <li><small>I know it sounds awkward.<br/></small></li> <li><small>I’m filthy as charged.<br/></small></li> <li><small>You’re a sweet talker but darlin’ whatcha gonna say now?<br/></small></li> <li><small>The midnight marauders, the higher never come down.</small></li> <li><small>You can’t take me anywhere.<br/></small></li> <li><small>I’m still uninvited, I’m still gonna light it.<br/></small></li> <li><small>I’m going insane and I don’t care.</small></li> <li><small>Dancing, dancing, dancing’s not a crime unless you do it without me.</small></li> <li><small>If you’re night crawlin’ with him, I won’t take it lying down.</small></li> <li><small>I’ve got a few lawyers, and you’re guilty as charged, guilty as charged</small></li> <li><small>We could be waltzin’, but darlin’ don’t be throwing shade now.</small></li> <li><small>Don’t call me Saint California if you’re at another altar.</small></li> <li><small>Just gimme your vows.</small></li> </ul><h2><b>One Of The Drunks</b></h2> <ul><li><small>Orange juice, pour out half the carton. Grey Goose, pour it, get it started.<br/></small></li> <li><small>Good times, remedy your sorrows.<br/></small></li> <li><small>Baptize, don’t worry ‘bout tomorrow.</small></li> <li><small>Shake it up, shake it up. <br/></small></li> <li><small>Now it’s time to dive in.<br/></small></li> <li><small>Share a cup, share a cup.<br/></small></li> <li><small>Now you’re screwdriving.<br/></small></li> <li><small>Every weekend with your friends, every weekday when it ends.<br/></small></li> <li><small>Damn, it’s all good, I guess.</small></li> <li><small>This is what it feels like when you become one of the drunks.<br/></small></li> <li><small>Searching for a new high, high as the sun, uncomfortably numb.<br/></small></li> <li><small>This is what it feels like when you become one of the drunks. Welcome to the club!</small></li> <li><small>Never dry, every day you’re thirsty.</small></li> <li><small>Bourbon high, sip it till you’re tipsy.</small></li> <li><small>Night’s young, searching for a feeling.</small></li> <li><small>Big fun, dancing with the demons.</small></li> <li><small>Holy Spirit grips you like a pistol.</small></li> </ul><h2><b>The Overpass</b></h2> <ul><li><small>Let me hear you say something.<br/></small></li> <li><small>I’m sorry to get sentimental tonight.<br/></small></li> <li><small>That perfume lingers in your hair.<br/></small></li> <li><small>It’s just that everything reminds me of things I thought I shouldn’t have to see again. <br/></small></li> <li><small>See the thing is I’m so sorry to say you need me, don’t you?<br/></small></li> <li><small>Someone still loves you</small></li> <li><small>Meet me at the overpass.</small></li> <li><small>Sketchy girls and lipstick boys, troubled love and high speed noise.</small></li> <li><small>I know you wanna meet me at the overpass.</small></li> <li><small>Tiny bottles of shit wine in a tin can that climbs.<br/></small></li> <li> <small>I remember every time everything about you is perfect down to your blood type.</small><br/></li> </ul><h2><b>King Of The Cloud</b></h2> <ul><li><small>Heaven knows that I’m born too late for these ghosts that I chase.<br/></small></li> <li><small>With these dreams, I inflate, painted skies in my brain.<br/></small></li> <li><small>Every day, I’m Carl Sagan in space to escape this old world.<br/></small></li> <li><small><br/></small></li> <li><small>Some days I lie wide awake &lsquo;til the Sun hits my face and I fade, elevate from the Earth.<br/></small></li> <li><small>Far away to a place where I’m free from the weight, this old world.</small></li> <li><small>I don’t trust anything or anyone, below the Sun.<br/></small></li> <li><small>I don’t feel anything at all.<br/></small></li> <li><small>I’m King of the clouds, I get lifted.</small></li> <li><small>Some only live to die, I’m alive to fly higher than angels in outfields inside of my mind.<br/></small></li> <li><small>I’m ascending these ladders, I’m climbin’, say goodbye to this old world.</small></li> <li><small>When I fall to rise with stardust in my eyes in the backbone of night, I’m combustible. <br/></small></li> <li> <small>Dust in the fire when I can’t sleep a wink, I’m too tired.</small><br/></li> </ul><h2><b>Old Fashioned</b></h2> <ul><li> <small>Once upon a thrill from a kiss to a swill, we were swallowing the nights like we have nine lives. </small><br/></li> <li> <small>Dead and gone so long, seventeen so gone.</small><br/></li> <li><small>We were bored like kids with a book of disorders, medicating every day to keep the straightness in order.</small></li> <li><small>It’s the false side of hope, where believers concede, and there’s only memories when it’s over.</small></li> <li><small>Pour out some liquor, make it an old fashioned. </small></li> <li><small>Remember your youth and all that you do, the plank and the passion.</small></li> <li><small>They were the best of times, they were the best of times.</small></li> <li><small>Once upon before we were brilliant and bored. <br/></small></li> <li><small>Two dashes of the bitters, add some ice and you pour.</small></li> <li><small>Get boozy, boozy, boozy.</small></li> <li><small>Now it looks like a wasteland.<br/></small></li> <li><small>Not the way that we remember.<br/></small></li> <li> <small>One more sip for the past, and always tip your bartender.</small><br/></li> </ul><h2><b>Dying In LA</b></h2> <ul><li><small>The moment you arrived, they built you up.<br/></small></li> <li><small>The sun was in your eyes. You couldn’t believe it.</small></li> <li><small>Riches all around, you’re walking. <br/></small></li> <li><small>Stars are on the ground, you start to believe it.</small></li> <li><small>Every face along the boulevard is a dreamer just like you. <br/></small></li> <li><small>You looked at death in a tarot card and you saw what you had to do.<br/></small></li> <li><small>But nobody knows you now, when you’re dying in LA.<br/></small></li> <li><small>And nobody owes you now, when you’re dying in LA<br/></small></li> <li><small>Nights at the chateau trapped in your sunset bungalow, you couldn’t escape it.<br/></small></li> <li><small>Drink of paradise, they told you put your blood on ice.<br/></small></li> <li> <small>You’re not gonna make it.</small><br/></li> </ul></blockquote>

jeanbeanmemes: Various lyrics from the Panic! At The Disco album. Feel free to change anything to adapt better for RP purposes. This is pa...

Broomstick, Cheating, and Children: THE TELETUBBIES HAVE OFFICIALLY HAD KIDS FEEL OLD YET? <p><a href="https://cannibalchicken.tumblr.com/post/174957050619/striffyisme-striderai-forwhateveryouwant" class="tumblr_blog">cannibalchicken</a>:</p> <blockquote><p><a href="http://striffyisme.tumblr.com/post/173845324103/striderai-forwhateveryouwant" class="tumblr_blog">striffyisme</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a href="https://striderai.tumblr.com/post/173817591350/forwhateveryouwant-imagine-sebstan" class="tumblr_blog">striderai</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a href="https://forwhateveryouwant.tumblr.com/post/173756489918/imagine-sebstan-thenightling-woodelf68" class="tumblr_blog">forwhateveryouwant</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a href="https://imagine-sebstan.tumblr.com/post/172034301588/thenightling-woodelf68-moneysltd" class="tumblr_blog">imagine-sebstan</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a href="https://thenightling.tumblr.com/post/172025095443/woodelf68-moneysltd-moldyfingers" class="tumblr_blog">thenightling</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a href="http://woodelf68.tumblr.com/post/172025024354/moneysltd-moldyfingers" class="tumblr_blog">woodelf68</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a href="http://moneysltd.tumblr.com/post/171964940737/moldyfingers-termytheantisocialbutterfly" class="tumblr_blog">moneysltd</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a href="http://moldyfingers.tumblr.com/post/171937063091/termytheantisocialbutterfly-libertarirynn" class="tumblr_blog">moldyfingers</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a href="http://termytheantisocialbutterfly.tumblr.com/post/171932194775/libertarirynn-are-you-telling-me-that-the" class="tumblr_blog">termytheantisocialbutterfly</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a href="https://libertarirynn.tumblr.com/post/171931882199/are-you-telling-me-that-the-teletubbies-have" class="tumblr_blog">libertarirynn</a>:</p> <blockquote><p>Are you telling me that the Teletubbies have, canonically, fucked? Because I am very uncomfortable with that information.</p></blockquote> <p>Um wat</p> </blockquote> <p>turns out they’re called the tiddlytubbies and they have names</p> <figure class="tmblr-full" data-orig-height="1161" data-orig-width="778"><img src="https://78.media.tumblr.com/4a3ab3c74f7e20cd8be53a86ff20bf16/tumblr_inline_p5p445rlGU1t1rsqs_540.png" data-orig-height="1161" data-orig-width="778"/></figure><p>most likely umby pumby is la la’s kid and duggle dee is po’s. Yellow and red make orange, so Po and La La got together to have Ruru. </p> <p>Nin is purple, so that one is Tinky Winky’s. Dipsy’s is Daa daa because they’re both green. but look at daa daa’s antenna. seems a bit similar to la la’s no? la la and dipsy had some shit on the side.  </p> <p>po, that other cheating fuck, had ping with tinky winky because ping is pink and that’s suspiciously similar to red and purple. also check out that fucking antenna. same as tinky winky’s. can’t hide the facts. po and la la were cheating on each other and now they have a shit ton of kids to pretend aren’t theirs. </p> <p>tinky winky and dipsy also aren’t innocent in this. the actual color of mi mi is an aqua green. green and blue. dipsy and tinky winky had mi mi AND they probably had Baa too. they had TWO KIDS and they’re off getting some tubby custard on the side. </p> <p>scandals galore in that damn superdome. </p> </blockquote> <p>A diagram for everyone who does not understand either. I found that the only pairs who had not had children together according to the above were Po and Dipsy, and Tinkywanky and Lala. Coincidentally Po, Lala and Tinkywanky all have children with only one confirmed parent. Considering the amount of cheating going on here, its quite likely that these children were the product of these pairs which have supposedly not boned. The suspected parents of these children have been indicated with dotted lines. An orgy happened here.</p> <figure class="tmblr-full" data-orig-height="377" data-orig-width="751"><img src="https://78.media.tumblr.com/dca9f8fa7825674da10267d74e6d1dc7/tumblr_inline_p5qq458OMk1s3pojy_540.png" data-orig-height="377" data-orig-width="751"/></figure></blockquote> <p>I’m just gonna…reblog this without comment. </p> </blockquote> <p>…. </p> <p>*Stares*</p> <p>…Why?</p> </blockquote> <p>If I’m cursed with this information, you have to be too. </p> </blockquote> <p>Bold of you to assume it was cheating and they weren’t all in on it together</p> </blockquote> <p>god damn it this is the poly rep we deserve</p> </blockquote> <p>Are we all just going to over look the fact you’re calling them Tinkywanky?</p> </blockquote><p>Can the internet just like… not?</p></blockquote> <p>This post got a lot more interesting since I first made it.</p>

cannibalchicken: striffyisme: striderai: forwhateveryouwant: imagine-sebstan: thenightling: woodelf68: moneysltd: moldyfingers: t...