Anti: What's The Point Of Saying You're "dressed To Kill" If You're Not Even Going To Wear ONE Little

Oh my god I love this

Marvin: I wanna kick the ratatouille rat

Chase: what?

Marvin, quietly: I’ll drop kick the shit out of him

Henrik: what do we say when we get anxiety?

Chase: my anxiety is chronic but my ass is iconic

Henrik:...no

Henrik: you need to eat healthy.

Marvin: no

Henrik: the last patient who didn’t change their diet after I suggested it died.

Marvin: oh my goodness

Henrik: in a plane crash

Marvin: that sounds unrelated

Henrik: I’m the one that crashed it. Do not disobey me

I think my eyes are pretty???

Also I don’t know how the tagging system works yet-

Alright.

Everyone,

And I mean EVERYONE

who sees this post has to reblog it with something they love about themselves and tag at least one other person. I’m tired of the self-negativity, myself included, so let’s try to spread some positivity, ok?

One thing I love about myself is my artistic abilities.

Tagging: @parade-of-the-defects @kerosene–angel @madhouse-at-midnight @feelin-peachy336 @phil-and-a-corgi @ashfire05 @emo-boi @emohyena @vyukami @gods-mistake-uwu @im-a-ban-im-a-bandito @fromthegallifrey @wherethewaterstarts-andyouend @hanna-does-stuff @anti-kalvin-club @frankielicious @iero @potdreadsfrank @essielf @frank-ierhoe @bitchyscemoenby @lil-mistake-boi @stressieboi @pureandbloodstained @gerardbutnotgerardway @spiderway95 @ghost-bonezz @tacozebra051 @tacobelltylerr @vesselsintrench @lu-hemmingss @luck-cat @vivalienne @trinazz @hpmerlinfan @illuminatilovesyou @save-yourself-stay-alive

I walk past the sliding glass door to get to my living room, and you know what I see?

Banana on a mug

Chase: take me out.

Henrik: with a gun? Or like on a date?

Chase: surprise me.

Chase: I’m giving up alcohol for a month.

Henrik: really? Thats great-

Chase: oh sorry, that came out wrong

Chase: I’m giving up, alcohol for a month

The egos: Jameson is too babey to swear

Jameson, in his room carving pumpkins: shit to do, fucks to give

Chase: at least I’ll die doing something I love

Jackie: and that is?

Chase: dying

Anti: I hate you.

Jameson, signing: no you don’t

Anti, bitterly: no, I don’t.