Latest Posts by realismo-magic0 - Page 6

madotsuki in different outfit variations

Meme redraws with the Dude ☺️

the postal dude saying “hi there would you like to sign my petition”

reposting all my postal blinkies in one place stop stealing my pixel art pls im so tired lol

Back on the Postal brainrot

i forgor to post it here

with a bocephus sticker on his 442 he'd light em up just for fun!

(MY HALF OF AN ART TRADE WITH @biological ^_^!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

repost bc i really did not like the color version of this

a merry postal christmas

POSTAL RTX REMAKE

RAYTRACED: SEE POSTAL DUDE'S COCK AND BALLS IN FULL 4K. SEE EACH INDIVIDUAL BALL HAIR AND AND SHAFT VEINS. THIS IS REAL, MIKE J TOLD ME SO IN OUR MOST RECENT E-MAIL.

hey! this guys monoko posting on main!

Dark water calls their name.

friends (?)

Yummy Neeky sprites

I honestly thought the nopperabou witches design from the manga is kinda cute, so I wanted to do it here

And I wanted to do super Mado from Gobou’s ‘behind there somewhere’ animation since I love combo effect Mado

Also some food for thought, Masada has a pretty ambiguous design, hm? Whats to say they aren’t female? It’s only fanon that makes them male

gakuran doodle

also for mutuals or anyone really i made another blog to post textposts and also maybe other doodles and sillys and stuff its @lavender-waters feel free to follow yay

🍀

I’m not going in there.

Well soooOOOooorry for wanting to fuck my friends! As if creating a warriors bond is soooo fucking wrong of me. Jesus Christ.

The axe was his symbolic weapon, I think.

返り血も描いていたのですが、エグすぎて消しました。

ELDEN RINGをやっているのですが、大斧やハルバードをぶん回してるとWayneが頭をよぎりますね。

彼もこんな感じで振り回してるのでしょうか。

eats all of them

School had never been something that Tom liked. I mean, why would he? He had to spend 6 hours, surrounded by idiotic, narrow minded people his age that seemed to think everyone had to be a certain way and despised anyone who didn't follow that rule. Not to mention the shithead teachers, who either basically didn't teach at all, were strict beyond belief, or were as sweet as honey and oblivious to pretty much everything that happened in the classroom. Then, there were the ones that went the extra mile. Not the ones who were smart-asses, no; the ones who went out of their way to make the different kids feel especially unwelcome and out of place. Kids like Tom. Kids who seemed to just want to express themselves and not bumble along like sheep and get lost in the crowds of students who all looked and acted the same. Tom didn't like tuneless pop music; he liked rock and metal and punk and grunge and alternative. He had an actual taste in music, in his opinion. He didn't wear trendy outfits, made up completely of expensive brand clothes; he wore black; ripped black skinny jeans, black and white checkered converse, black band tees, black jackets, baggy black or blue hoodies, slouchy black knitted beanies. He didn't like girls; he liked boys. He wore jewelry too; he had multiple piercings in both ears, with black rings and studs, as well as black plastic stretchers in his lobes. He had a lip ring too, in the left side of his lip, and an eyebrow bar in his right eyebrow. The one, kind of rule, he did follow, was having tattoos; all the 'cool' guys seemed to have them.School had never been something that Tom liked. I mean, why would he? He had to spend 6 hours, surrounded by idiotic, narrow minded people his age that seemed to think everyone had to be a certain way and despised anyone who didn't follow that rule. Not to mention the shithead teachers, who either basically didn't teach at all, were strict beyond belief, or were as sweet as honey and oblivious to pretty much everything that happened in the classroom. Then, there were the ones that went the extra mile. Not the ones who were smart-asses, no; the ones who went out of their way to make the different kids feel especially unwelcome and out of place. Kids like Tom. Kids who seemed to just want to express themselves and not bumble along like sheep and get lost in the crowds of students who all looked and acted the same. Tom didn't like tuneless pop music; he liked rock and metal and punk and grunge and alternative. He had an actual taste in music, in his opinion. He didn't wear trendy outfits, made up completely of expensive brand clothes; he wore black; ripped black skinny jeans, black and white checkered converse, black band tees, black jackets, baggy black or blue hoodies, slouchy black knitted beanies. He didn't like girls; he liked boys. He wore jewelry too; he had multiple piercings in both ears, with black rings and studs, as well as black plastic stretchers in his lobes. He had a lip ring too, in the left side of his lip, and an eyebrow bar in his right eyebrow. The one, kind of rule, he did follow, was having tattoos; all the 'cool' guys seemed to have them.

School had never been something that Tom liked. I mean, why would he? He had to spend 6 hours, surrounded by idiotic, narrow minded people his age that seemed to think everyone had to be a certain way and despised anyone who didn’t follow that rule. Not to mention the shithead teachers, who either basically didn’t teach at all, were strict beyond belief, or were as sweet as honey and oblivious to pretty much everything that happened in the classroom.

Then, there were the ones that went the extra mile. Not the ones who were smart-asses, no; the ones who went out of their way to make the different kids feel especially unwelcome and out of place. Kids like Tom. Kids who seemed to just want to express themselves and not bumble along like sheep and get lost in the crowds of students who all looked and acted the same.

Tom didn’t like tuneless pop music; he liked rock and metal and punk and grunge and alternative. He had an actual taste in music, in his opinion. He didn’t wear trendy outfits, made up completely of expensive brand clothes; he wore black; ripped black skinny jeans, black and white checkered converse, black band tees, black jackets, baggy black or blue hoodies, slouchy black knitted beanies. He didn’t like girls; he liked boys. He wore jewelry too; he had multiple piercings in both ears, with black rings and studs, as well as black plastic stretchers in his lobes. He had a lip ring too, in the left side of his lip, and an eyebrow bar in his right eyebrow. The one, kind of rule, he did follow, was having tattoos; all the ‘cool’ guys seemed to have them.School had never been something that Tom liked. I mean, why would he? He had to spend 6 hours, surrounded by idiotic, narrow minded people his age that seemed to think everyone had to be a certain way and despised anyone who didn’t follow that rule. Not to mention the shithead teachers, who either basically didn’t teach at all, were strict beyond belief, or were as sweet as honey and oblivious to pretty much everything that happened in the classroom.Then, there were the ones that went the extra mile. Not the ones who were smart-asses, no; the ones who went out of their way to make the different kids feel especially unwelcome and out of place. Kids like Tom. Kids who seemed to just want to express themselves and not bumble along like sheep and get lost in the crowds of students who all looked and acted the same.Tom didn’t like tuneless pop music; he liked rock and metal and punk and grunge and alternative. He had an actual taste in music, in his opinion. He didn’t wear trendy outfits, made up completely of expensive brand clothes; he wore black; ripped black skinny jeans, black and white checkered converse, black band tees, black jackets, baggy black or blue hoodies, slouchy black knitted beanies. He didn’t like girls; he liked boys. He wore jewelry too; he had multiple piercings in both ears, with black rings and studs, as well as black plastic stretchers in his lobes. He had a lip ring too, in the left side of his lip, and an eyebrow bar in his right eyebrow. The one, kind of rule, he did follow, was having tattoos; all the ‘cool’ guys seemed to have them.School had never been something that Tom liked. I mean, why would he? He had to spend 6 hours, surrounded by idiotic, narrow minded people his age that seemed to think everyone had to be a certain way and despised anyone who didn’t follow that rule. Not to mention the shithead teachers, who either basically didn’t teach at all, were strict beyond belief, or were as sweet as honey and oblivious to pretty much everything that happened in the classroom.Then, there were the ones that went the extra mile. Not the ones who were smart-asses, no; the ones who went out of their way to make the different kids feel especially unwelcome and out of place. Kids like Tom. Kids who seemed to just want to express themselves and not bumble along like sheep and get lost in the crowds of students who all looked and acted the same.Tom didn’t like tuneless pop music; he liked rock and metal and punk and grunge and alternative. He had an actual taste in music, in his opinion. He didn’t wear trendy outfits, made up completely of expensive brand clothes; he wore black; ripped black skinny jeans, black and white checkered converse, black band tees, black jackets, baggy black or blue hoodies, slouchy black knitted beanies. He didn’t like girls; he liked boys. He wore jewelry too; he had multiple piercings in both ears, with black rings and studs, as well as black plastic stretchers in his lobes. He had a lip ring too, in the left side of his lip, and an eyebrow bar in his right eyebrow. The one, kind of rule, he did follow, was having tattoos; all the 'cool’ guys seemed to have them.School had never been something that Tom liked. I mean, why would he? He had to spend 6 hours, surrounded by idiotic, narrow minded people his age that seemed to think everyone had to be a certain way and despised anyone who didn’t follow that rule. Not to mention the shithead teachers, who either basically didn’t teach at all, were strict beyond belief, or were as sweet as honey and oblivious to pretty much everything that happened in the classroom.Then, there were the ones that went the extra mile. Not the ones who were smart-asses, no; the ones who went out of their way to make the different kids feel especially unwelcome and out of place. Kids like Tom. Kids who seemed to just want to express themselves and not bumble along like sheep and get lost in the crowds of students who all looked and acted the same.Tom didn’t like tuneless pop music; he liked rock and metal and punk and grunge and alternative. He had an actual taste in music, in his opinion. He didn’t wear trendy outfits, made up completely of expensive brand clothes; he wore black; ripped black skinny jeans, black and white checkered converse, black band tees, black jackets, baggy black or blue hoodies, slouchy black knitted beanies. He didn’t like girls; he liked boys. He wore jewelry too; he had multiple piercings in both ears, with black rings and studs, as well as black plastic stretchers in his lobes. He had a lip ring too, in the left side of his lip, and an eyebrow bar in his right eyebrow. The one, kind of rule, he did follow, was having tattoos; all the 'cool’ guys seemed to have them.School had never been something that Tom liked. I mean, why would he? He had to spend 6 hours, surrounded by idiotic, narrow minded people his age that seemed to think everyone had to be a certain way and despised anyone who didn’t follow that rule. Not to mention the shithead teachers, who either basically didn’t teach at all, were strict beyond belief, or were as sweet as honey and oblivious to pretty much everything that happened in the classroom.Then, there were the ones that went the extra mile. Not the ones who were smart-asses, no; the ones who went out of their way to make the different kids feel especially unwelcome and out of place. Kids like Tom. Kids who seemed to just want to express themselves and not bumble along like sheep and get lost in the crowds of students who all looked and acted the same.Tom didn’t like tuneless pop music; he liked rock and metal and punk and grunge and alternative. He had an actual taste in music, in his opinion. He didn’t wear trendy outfits, made up completely of expensive brand clothes; he wore black; ripped black skinny jeans, black and white checkered converse, black band tees, black jackets, baggy black or blue hoodies, slouchy black knitted beanies. He didn’t like girls; he liked boys. He wore jewelry too; he had multiple piercings in both ears, with black rings and studs, as well as black plastic stretchers in his lobes. He had a lip ring too, in the left side of his lip, and an eyebrow bar in his right eyebrow. The one, kind of rule, he did follow, was having tattoos; all the 'cool’ guys seemed to have them.School had never been something that Tom liked. I mean, why would he? He had to spend 6 hours, surrounded by idiotic, narrow minded people his age that seemed to think everyone had to be a certain way and despised anyone who didn’t follow that rule. Not to mention the shithead teachers, who either basically didn’t teach at all, were strict beyond belief, or were as sweet as honey and oblivious to pretty much everything that happened in the classroom.Then, there were the ones that went the extra mile. Not the ones who were smart-asses, no; the ones who went out of their way to make the different kids feel especially unwelcome and out of place. Kids like Tom. Kids who seemed to just want to express themselves and not bumble along like sheep and get lost in the crowds of students who all looked and acted the same.Tom didn’t like tuneless pop music; he liked rock and metal and punk and grunge and alternative. He had an actual taste in music, in his opinion. He didn’t wear trendy outfits, made up completely of expensive brand clothes; he wore black; ripped black skinny jeans, black and white checkered converse, black band tees, black jackets, baggy black or blue hoodies, slouchy black knitted beanies. He didn’t like girls; he liked boys. He wore jewelry too; he had multiple piercings in both ears, with black rings and studs, as well as black plastic stretchers in his lobes. He had a lip ring too, in the left side of his lip, and an eyebrow bar in his right eyebrow. The one, kind of rule, he did follow, was having tattoos; all the 'cool’ guys seemed to have them.School had never been something that Tom liked. I mean, why would he? He had to spend 6 hours, surrounded by idiotic, narrow minded people his age that seemed to think everyone had to be a certain way and despised anyone who didn’t follow that rule. Not to mention the shithead teachers, who either basically didn’t teach at all, were strict beyond belief, or were as sweet as honey and oblivious to pretty much everything that happened in the classroom.Then, there were the ones that went the extra mile. Not the ones who were smart-asses, no; the ones who went out of their way to make the different kids feel especially unwelcome and out of place. Kids like Tom. Kids who seemed to just want to express themselves and not bumble along like sheep and get lost in the crowds of students who all looked and acted the same.Tom didn’t like tuneless pop music; he liked rock and metal and punk and grunge and alternative. He had an actual taste in music, in his opinion. He didn’t wear trendy outfits, made up completely of expensive brand clothes; he wore black; ripped black skinny jeans, black and white checkered converse, black band tees, black jackets, baggy black or blue hoodies, slouchy black knitted beanies. He didn’t like girls; he liked boys. He wore jewelry too; he had multiple piercings in both ears, with black rings and studs, as well as black plastic stretchers in his lobes. He had a lip ring too, in the left side of his lip, and an eyebrow bar in his right eyebrow. The one, kind of rule, he did follow, was having tattoos; all the 'cool’ guys seemed to have them.School had never been something that Tom liked. I mean, why would he? He had to spend 6 hours, surrounded by idiotic, narrow minded people his age that seemed to think everyone had to be a certain way and despised anyone who didn’t follow that rule. Not to mention the shithead teachers, who either basically didn’t teach at all, were strict beyond belief, or were as sweet as honey and oblivious to pretty much everything that happened in the classroom.Then, there were the ones that went the extra mile. Not the ones who were smart-asses, no; the ones who went out of their way to make the different kids feel especially unwelcome and out of place. Kids like Tom. Kids who seemed to just want to express themselves and not bumble along like sheep and get lost in the crowds of students who all looked and acted the same.Tom didn’t like tuneless pop music; he liked rock and metal and punk and grunge and alternative. He had an actual taste in music, in his opinion. He didn’t wear trendy outfits, made up completely of expensive brand clothes; he wore black; ripped black skinny jeans, black and white checkered converse, black band tees, black jackets, baggy black or blue hoodies, slouchy black knitted beanies. He didn’t like girls; he liked boys. He wore jewelry too; he had multiple piercings in both ears, with black rings and studs, as well as black plastic stretchers in his lobes. He had a lip ring too, in the left side of his lip, and an eyebrow bar in his right eyebrow. The one, kind of rule, he did follow, was having tattoos; all the 'cool’ guys seemed to have them.School had never been something that Tom liked. I mean, why would he? He had to spend 6 hours, surrounded by idiotic, narrow minded people his age that seemed to think everyone had to be a certain way and despised anyone who didn’t follow that rule. Not to mention the shithead teachers, who either basically didn’t teach at all, were strict beyond belief, or were as sweet as honey and oblivious to pretty much everything that happened in the classroom.Then, there were the ones that went the extra mile. Not the ones who were smart-asses, no; the ones who went out of their way to make the different kids feel especially unwelcome and out of place. Kids like Tom. Kids who seemed to just want to express themselves and not bumble along like sheep and get lost in the crowds of students who all looked and acted the same.Tom didn’t like tuneless pop music; he liked rock and metal and punk and grunge and alternative. He had an actual taste in music, in his opinion. He didn’t wear trendy outfits, made up completely of expensive brand clothes; he wore black; ripped black skinny jeans, black and white checkered converse, black band tees, black jackets, baggy black or blue hoodies, slouchy black knitted beanies. He didn’t like girls; he liked boys. He wore jewelry too; he had multiple piercings in both ears, with black rings and studs, as well as black plastic stretchers in his lobes. He had a lip ring too, in the left side of his lip, and an eyebrow bar in his right eyebrow. The one, kind of rule, he did follow, was having tattoos; all the 'cool’ guys seemed to have them.School had never been something that Tom liked. I mean, why would he? He had to spend 6 hours, surrounded by idiotic, narrow minded people his age that seemed to think everyone had to be a certain way and despised anyone who didn’t follow that rule. Not to mention the shithead teachers, who either basically didn’t teach at all, were strict beyond belief, or were as sweet as honey and oblivious to pretty much everything that happened in the classroom.Then, there were the ones that went the extra mile. Not the ones who were smart-asses, no; the ones who went out of their way to make the different kids feel especially unwelcome and out of place. Kids like Tom. Kids who seemed to just want to express themselves and not bumble along like sheep and get lost in the crowds of students who all looked and acted the same.Tom didn’t like tuneless pop music; he liked rock and metal and punk and grunge and alternative. He had an actual taste in music, in his opinion. He didn’t wear trendy outfits, made up completely of expensive brand clothes; he wore black; ripped black skinny jeans, black and white checkered converse, black band tees, black jackets, baggy black or blue hoodies, slouchy black knitted beanies. He didn’t like girls; he liked boys. He wore jewelry too; he had multiple piercings in both ears, with black rings and studs, as well as black plastic stretchers in his lobes. He had a lip ring too, in the left side of his lip, and an eyebrow bar in his right eyebrow. The one, kind of rule, he did follow, was having tattoos; all the 'cool’ guys seemed to have them.School had never been something that Tom liked. I mean, why would he? He had to spend 6 hours, surrounded by idiotic, narrow minded people his age that seemed to think everyone had to be a certain way and despised anyone who didn’t follow that rule. Not to mention the shithead teachers, who either basically didn’t teach at all, were strict beyond belief, or were as sweet as honey and oblivious to pretty much everything that happened in the classroom.Then, there were the ones that went the extra mile. Not the ones who were smart-asses, no; the ones who went out of their way to make the different kids feel especially unwelcome and out of place. Kids like Tom. Kids who seemed to just want to express themselves and not bumble along like sheep and get lost in the crowds of students who all looked and acted the same.Tom didn’t like tuneless pop music; he liked rock and metal and punk and grunge and alternative. He had an actual taste in music, in his opinion. He didn’t wear trendy outfits, made up completely of expensive brand clothes; he wore black; ripped black skinny jeans, black and white checkered converse, black band tees, black jackets, baggy black or blue hoodies, slouchy black knitted beanies. He didn’t like girls; he liked boys. He wore jewelry too; he had multiple piercings in both ears, with black rings and studs, as well as black plastic stretchers in his lobes. He had a lip ring too, in the left side of his lip, and an eyebrow bar in his right eyebrow. The one, kind of rule, he did follow, was having tattoos; all the 'cool’ guys seemed to have them.School had never been something that Tom liked. I mean, why would he? He had to spend 6 hours, surrounded by idiotic, narrow minded people his age that seemed to think everyone had to be a certain way and despised anyone who didn’t follow that rule. Not to mention the shithead teachers, who either basically didn’t teach at all, were strict beyond belief, or were as sweet as honey and oblivious to pretty much everything that happened in the classroom.Then, there were the ones that went the extra mile. Not the ones who were smart-asses, no; the ones who went out of their way to make the different kids feel especially unwelcome and out of place. Kids like Tom. Kids who seemed to just want to express themselves and not bumble along like sheep and get lost in the crowds of students who all looked and acted the same.Tom didn’t like tuneless pop music; he liked rock and metal and punk and grunge and alternative. He had an actual taste in music, in his opinion. He didn’t wear trendy outfits, made up completely of expensive brand clothes; he wore black; ripped black skinny jeans, black and white checkered converse, black band tees, black jackets, baggy black or blue hoodies, slouchy black knitted beanies. He didn’t like girls; he liked boys. He wore jewelry too; he had multiple piercings in both ears, with black rings and studs, as well as black plastic stretchers in his lobes. He had a lip ring too, in the left side of his lip, and an eyebrow bar in his right eyebrow. The one, kind of rule, he did follow, was having tattoos; all the 'cool’ guys seemed to have them.School had never been something that Tom liked. I mean, why would he? He had to spend 6 hours, surrounded by idiotic, narrow minded people his age that seemed to think everyone had to be a certain way and despised anyone who didn’t follow that rule. Not to mention the shithead teachers, who either basically didn’t teach at all, were strict beyond belief, or were as sweet as honey and oblivious to pretty much everything that happened in the classroom.Then, there were the ones that went the extra mile. Not the ones who were smart-asses, no; the ones who went out of their way to make the different kids feel especially unwelcome and out of place. Kids like Tom. Kids who seemed to just want to express themselves and not bumble along like sheep and get lost in the crowds of students who all looked and acted the same.Tom didn’t like tuneless pop music; he liked rock and metal and punk and grunge and alternative. He had an actual taste in music, in his opinion. He didn’t wear trendy outfits, made up completely of expensive brand clothes; he wore black; ripped black skinny jeans, black and white checkered converse, black band tees, black jackets, baggy black or blue hoodies, slouchy black knitted beanies. He didn’t like girls; he liked boys. He wore jewelry too; he had multiple piercings in both ears, with black rings and studs, as well as black plastic stretchers in his lobes. He had a lip ring too, in the left side of his lip, and an eyebrow bar in his right eyebrow. The one, kind of rule, he did follow, was having tattoos; all the 'cool’ guys seemed to have them.School had never been something that Tom liked. I mean, why would he? He had to spend 6 hours, surrounded by idiotic, narrow minded people his age that seemed to think everyone had to be a certain way and despised anyone who didn’t follow that rule. Not to mention the shithead teachers, who either basically didn’t teach at all, were strict beyond belief, or were as sweet as honey and oblivious to pretty much everything that happened in the classroom.Then, there were the ones that went the extra mile. Not the ones who were smart-asses, no; the ones who went out of their way to make the different kids feel especially unwelcome and out of place. Kids like Tom. Kids who seemed to just want to express themselves and not bumble along like sheep and get lost in the crowds of students who all looked and acted the same.Tom didn’t like tuneless pop music; he liked rock and metal and punk and grunge and alternative. He had an actual taste in music, in his opinion. He didn’t wear trendy outfits, made up completely of expensive brand clothes; he wore black; ripped black skinny jeans, black and white checkered converse, black band tees, black jackets, baggy black or blue hoodies, slouchy black knitted beanies. He didn’t like girls; he liked boys. He wore jewelry too; he had multiple piercings in both ears, with black rings and studs, as well as black plastic stretchers in his lobes. He had a lip ring too, in the left side of his lip, and an eyebrow bar in his right eyebrow. The one, kind of rule, he did follow, was having tattoos; all the 'cool’ guys seemed to have them.School had never been something that Tom liked. I mean, why would he? He had to spend 6 hours, surrounded by idiotic, narrow minded people his age that seemed to think everyone had to be a certain way and despised anyone who didn’t follow that rule. Not to mention the shithead teachers, who either basically didn’t teach at all, were strict beyond belief, or were as sweet as honey and oblivious to pretty much everything that happened in the classroom.Then, there were the ones that went the extra mile. Not the ones who were smart-asses, no; the ones who went out of their way to make the different kids feel especially unwelcome and out of place. Kids like Tom. Kids who seemed to just want to express themselves and not bumble along like sheep and get lost in the crowds of students who all looked and acted the same.Tom didn’t like tuneless pop music; he liked rock and metal and punk and grunge and alternative. He had an actual taste in music, in his opinion. He didn’t wear trendy outfits, made up completely of expensive brand clothes; he wore black; ripped black skinny jeans, black and white checkered converse, black band tees, black jackets, baggy black or blue hoodies, slouchy black knitted beanies. He didn’t like girls; he liked boys. He wore jewelry too; he had multiple piercings in both ears, with black rings and studs, as well as black plastic stretchers in his lobes. He had a lip ring too, in the left side of his lip, and an eyebrow bar in his right eyebrow. The one, kind of rule, he did follow, was having tattoos; all the 'cool’ guys seemed to have them.School had never been something that Tom liked. I mean, why would he? He had to spend 6 hours, surrounded by idiotic, narrow minded people his age that seemed to think everyone had to be a certain way and despised anyone who didn’t follow that rule. Not to mention the shithead teachers, who either basically didn’t teach at all, were strict beyond belief, or were as sweet as honey and oblivious to pretty much everything that happened in the classroom.Then, there were the ones that went the extra mile. Not the ones who were smart-asses, no; the ones who went out of their way to make the different kids feel especially unwelcome and out of place. Kids like Tom. Kids who seemed to just want to express themselves and not bumble along like sheep and get lost in the crowds of students who all looked and acted the same.Tom didn’t like tuneless pop music; he liked rock and metal and punk and grunge and alternative. He had an actual taste in music, in his opinion. He didn’t wear trendy outfits, made up completely of expensive brand clothes; he wore black; ripped black skinny jeans, black and white checkered converse, black band tees, black jackets, baggy black or blue hoodies, slouchy black knitted beanies. He didn’t like girls; he liked boys. He wore jewelry too; he had multiple piercings in both ears, with black rings and studs, as well as black plastic stretchers in his lobes. He had a lip ring too, in the left side of his lip, and an eyebrow bar in his right eyebrow. The one, kind of rule, he did follow, was having tattoos; all the 'cool’ guys seemed to have them.School had never been something that Tom liked. I mean, why would he? He had to spend 6 hours, surrounded by idiotic, narrow minded people his age that seemed to think everyone had to be a certain way and despised anyone who didn’t follow that rule. Not to mention the shithead teachers, who either basically didn’t teach at all, were strict beyond belief, or were as sweet as honey and oblivious to pretty much everything that happened in the classroom.Then, there were the ones that went the extra mile. Not the ones who were smart-asses, no; the ones who went out of their way to make the different kids feel especially unwelcome and out of place. Kids like Tom. Kids who seemed to just want to express themselves and not bumble along like sheep and get lost in the crowds of students who all looked and acted the same.Tom didn’t like tuneless pop music; he liked rock and metal and punk and grunge and alternative. He had an actual taste in music, in his opinion. He didn’t wear trendy outfits, made up completely of expensive brand clothes; he wore black; ripped black skinny jeans, black and white checkered converse, black band tees, black jackets, baggy black or blue hoodies, slouchy black knitted beanies. He didn’t like girls; he liked boys. He wore jewelry too; he had multiple piercings in both ears, with black rings and studs, as well as black plastic stretchers in his lobes. He had a lip ring too, in the left side of his lip, and an eyebrow bar in his right eyebrow. The one, kind of rule, he did follow, was having tattoos; all the 'cool’ guys seemed to have them.School had never been something that Tom liked. I mean, why would he? He had to spend 6 hours, surrounded by idiotic, narrow minded people his age that seemed to think everyone had to be a certain way and despised anyone who didn’t follow that rule. Not to mention the shithead teachers, who either basically didn’t teach at all, were strict beyond belief, or were as sweet as honey and oblivious to pretty much everything that happened in the classroom.Then, there were the ones that went the extra mile. Not the ones who were smart-asses, no; the ones who went out of their way to make the different kids feel especially unwelcome and out of place. Kids like Tom. Kids who seemed to just want to express themselves and not bumble along like sheep and get lost in the crowds of students who all looked and acted the same.Tom didn’t like tuneless pop music; he liked rock and metal and punk and grunge and alternative. He had an actual taste in music, in his opinion. He didn’t wear trendy outfits, made up completely of expensive brand clothes; he wore black; ripped black skinny jeans, black and white checkered converse, black band tees, black jackets, baggy black or blue hoodies, slouchy black knitted beanies. He didn’t like girls; he liked boys. He wore jewelry too; he had multiple piercings in both ears, with black rings and studs, as well as black plastic stretchers in his lobes. He had a lip ring too, in the left side of his lip, and an eyebrow bar in his right eyebrow. The one, kind of rule, he did follow, was having tattoos; all the 'cool’ guys seemed to have them.School had never been something that Tom liked. I mean, why would he? He had to spend 6 hours, surrounded by idiotic, narrow minded people his age that seemed to think everyone had to be a certain way and despised anyone who didn’t follow that rule. Not to mention the shithead teachers, who either basically didn’t teach at all, were strict beyond belief, or were as sweet as honey and oblivious to pretty much everything that happened in the classroom.Then, there were the ones that went the extra mile. Not the ones who were smart-asses, no; the ones who went out of their way to make the different kids feel especially unwelcome and out of place. Kids like Tom. Kids who seemed to just want to express themselves and not bumble along like sheep and get lost in the crowds of students who all looked and acted the same.Tom didn’t like tuneless pop music; he liked rock and metal and punk and grunge and alternative. He had an actual taste in music, in his opinion. He didn’t wear trendy outfits, made up completely of expensive brand clothes; he wore black; ripped black skinny jeans, black and white checkered converse, black band tees, black jackets, baggy black or blue hoodies, slouchy black knitted beanies. He didn’t like girls; he liked boys. He wore jewelry too; he had multiple piercings in both ears, with black rings and studs, as well as black plastic stretchers in his lobes. He had a lip ring too, in the left side of his lip, and an eyebrow bar in his right eyebrow. The one, kind of rule, he did follow, was having tattoos; all the 'cool’ guys seemed to have them.School had never been something that Tom liked. I mean, why would he? He had to spend 6 hours, surrounded by idiotic, narrow minded people his age that seemed to think everyone had to be a certain way and despised anyone who didn’t follow that rule. Not to mention the shithead teachers, who either basically didn’t teach at all, were strict beyond belief, or were as sweet as honey and oblivious to pretty much everything that happened in the classroom.Then, there were the ones that went the extra mile. Not the ones who were smart-asses, no; the ones who went out of their way to make the different kids feel especially unwelcome and out of place. Kids like Tom. Kids who seemed to just want to express themselves and not bumble along like sheep and get lost in the crowds of students who all looked and acted the same.Tom didn’t like tuneless pop music; he liked rock and metal and punk and grunge and alternative. He had an actual taste in music, in his opinion. He didn’t wear trendy outfits, made up completely of expensive brand clothes; he wore black; ripped black skinny jeans, black and white checkered converse, black band tees, black jackets, baggy black or blue hoodies, slouchy black knitted beanies. He didn’t like girls; he liked boys. He wore jewelry too; he had multiple piercings in both ears, with black rings and studs, as well as black plastic stretchers in his lobes. He had a lip ring too, in the left side of his lip, and an eyebrow bar in his right eyebrow. The one, kind of rule, he did follow, was having tattoos; all the 'cool’ guys seemed to have them.School had never been something that Tom liked. I mean, why would he? He had to spend 6 hours, surrounded by idiotic, narrow minded people his age that seemed to think everyone had to be a certain way and despised anyone who didn’t follow that rule. Not to mention the shithead teachers, who either basically didn’t teach at all, were strict beyond belief, or were as sweet as honey and oblivious to pretty much everything that happened in the classroom.Then, there were the ones that went the extra mile. Not the ones who were smart-asses, no; the ones who went out of their way to make the different kids feel especially unwelcome and out of place. Kids like Tom. Kids who seemed to just want to express themselves and not bumble along like sheep and get lost in the crowds of students who all looked and acted the same.Tom didn’t like tuneless pop music; he liked rock and metal and punk and grunge and alternative. He had an actual taste in music, in his opinion. He didn’t wear trendy outfits, made up completely of expensive brand clothes; he wore black; ripped black skinny jeans, black and white checkered converse, black band tees, black jackets, baggy black or blue hoodies, slouchy black knitted beanies. He didn’t like girls; he liked boys. He wore jewelry too; he had multiple piercings in both ears, with black rings and studs, as well as black plastic stretchers in his lobes. He had a lip ring too, in the left side of his lip, and an eyebrow bar in his right eyebrow. The one, kind of rule, he did follow, was having tattoos; all the 'cool’ guys seemed to have them.School had never been something that Tom liked. I mean, why would he? He had to spend 6 hours, surrounded by idiotic, narrow minded people his age that seemed to think everyone had to be a certain way and despised anyone who didn’t follow that rule. Not to mention the shithead teachers, who either basically didn’t teach at all, were strict beyond belief, or were as sweet as honey and oblivious to pretty much everything that happened in the classroom.Then, there were the ones that went the extra mile. Not the ones who were smart-asses, no; the ones who went out of their way to make the different kids feel especially unwelcome and out of place. Kids like Tom. Kids who seemed to just want to express themselves and not bumble along like sheep and get lost in the crowds of students who all looked and acted the same.Tom didn’t like tuneless pop music; he liked rock and metal and punk and grunge and alternative. He had an actual taste in music, in his opinion. He didn’t wear trendy outfits, made up completely of expensive brand clothes; he wore black; ripped black skinny jeans, black and white checkered converse, black band tees, black jackets, baggy black or blue hoodies, slouchy black knitted beanies. He didn’t like girls; he liked boys. He wore jewelry too; he had multiple piercings in both ears, with black rings and studs, as well as black plastic stretchers in his lobes. He had a lip ring too, in the left side of his lip, and an eyebrow bar in his right eyebrow. The one, kind of rule, he did follow, was having tattoos; all the 'cool’ guys seemed to have them.

i can’t believe it’s just a burning memory

ellsworld headcannon masterpost

ell:

leaves nice comments on her friends pics

wears mountain boots

softest hair

had a random xD furry phase

enjoys workout clothes,,, doesn’t work out

cherry cola lip balm

tallest

only uses the dog snapchat filter

sarcastic but in a nice way

loved the female ghost busters remake

buzzfeed yellow

doesn’t shave her legs

no tight clothing eVer

owns a series of funny mugs with puns and jokes on them

six scoops of sugar in her tea

hot chocolate > coffee

knows how to make instant mac and cheese/ramen (hint: that’s all she knows how to make)

tamara:

shaves nothing

pierced her own ears because tori said she was too much of a baby to actually do it

eyebrow piercing for Aesthetic™

snappy

prefers flavoured smirnoff

likes skinny jeans only if they have rips

buys her hoodies from the men’s section because pockets also fuck gender norms

nailbiter

wears crocs

ribbons!!

mismatch socks

knows all the words to Shrek the Musical

lives off of cereal

bites pens

obnoxious gum chewer

sappy drunk

winged eyeliner

matilda:

religiously paints her nails

wears the most makeup, but it’s very natural looking

eyeliner is swoopy

will paint everyone else’s nails whether they like it or not

least greasy hair

showers religiously

buys super smelly shampoo and soap

pops all the christmas crackers herself and leaves none for anyone else

always does sexy halloween costumes

loves tight fitted clothing

wears ballet flats

best kisser

updates her social media with a new selfie every .05 seconds

bad at math

will see something shiny on the ground and pick it up and keep it

hates thrift stores

the only one that uses deodorant

makes scrapbooks (it’s just pictures of her)

shaves everything everywhere

watches dubs instead of subs

buys something just because it had a nice texture

very texture reliant

can never find anything in her shoe size

frozen yogurt

tori:

listen i have a lot of feelings on tori

makes her friends wear thigh highs because Anime

subs not dubs jesus christ matilda

crop tops are super rad

the longest hair you will ever see

nails are worse than tamaras

kickboxes

has a punching bag in her room

converse!!!

favorite movie is mean girls

owns a book of snappy oneliners

loves heelies and light up shoes

passive aggressive

hides in the bushes and throws water balloons and oncoming pedestrians

shortest

took anatomy class in highschool just to dissect things

dark humor

makes fun of people that drink pumpkin spice lattes

peppermint is her favorite flavor

functions out of spite

she gets money by giving people malware

broke a kids nose in grade school cause he tried to kiss her

has a bachelors degree, but no one knows what for??? she won’t tell???

extensive first aid knowledge

does not use said knowledge

will sleep on unattended laundry

really nice if you can catch her in a good mood

genuinely hates anyone that isn’t ell or matilda

uses a flip phone

misc:

the end doesn’t happen, alright???

they’re all lesbians