Are you ever just casually reading about the types and having a good time when suddenly you read something sad about own of your friends’ type and you go “wait my friend does that?” and you’re suddenly really sad about it and you just really want to hug them?
Because I just read something really sad about my friends type and now I really want to hug them
reasons why hayden in goosebumps night of the living dummy III is Iconic™
his outfits are Looks truly
yes i made a collage specifically for this post
look at that vest. truly inspiring. those pajamas? beautiful. camera around ur neck for that photographer aesthetic?? amazing
he wakes up in a field with a cow right next to him. Goosebumps predicted his future home can you believe it. i love my farmer son
he tells his cousins that he’s into photography and his cousins just. walk away from him what the fcy taht’s so rude. then one of them hit their nose on the door. Good. i’ll look at your photography hayden i believe in u
i love my son
i don’t care if he’s 17 years older than me he is my. son
also he’s like 16 here and he looks 12. me too. i love him
soft and smol
r u kidding me
he’s been yelling for 5 straight years. me too my buddy. inspirational
i love him
he is my son and i love him
who i love
who is my son
he literally screams so many times in these two episodes like me too i freaking relate. i know how you feel bud
“come on slappy ol buddy ol pal” - hayden (also known as My Son)
then here we have the mf biggest plot twist of the century
his head just!!!!!????? turns ALL THE WAY around!??!?!?!??!!? are you okay??!??!??!
College was a chance for new experiences. But some things from high school I never got over; the guys were always farting. Even with the added bonus of living with 3 other guys in my dorm I haven’t heard a single peep all last semester, to a fart fetishist like me that’s rather disappointing. That’s when I met Braxton during my Spring Semester freshman year… a transfer from a tech school. Monday started out like normal. The guys and I just got back from Christmas break and we were ready to start on a new semester. Three us of had some failing grades, and keeping up our GPA was pivotal. I sat in the hallway of my 8am class awaiting the professor to unlock the door. “Hey dude!” Braxton seemed nice and polite. I smiled as he got a phone call and sat next to me. It was a friend of his… perhaps from high school? I wasn’t bothered with it. It wasn’t any of my business… but that’s when a smell hit me. I looked to my right to see Braxton on his back laughing at me while chatting on his bud. “Dude! I just ripped ass on my new college buddy.” He seemed proud… cheeky even… as his legs were raised in mid air and his ass protruded through his sweats. He patted his flat belly and laughed as he hung up his phone. “Sorry man, I’m still a preteen when it comes to that stuff… the name’s Braxton.” I introduced myself and he asked me to pull his finger and I obliged. A fart ripped out as he leaned to my direction. The professor walked up and laughed. “Oh Braxton, still up to your same tricks” This professor transferred from Braxton’s old tech school… he must have a reputation for farting. The class was a basic chemistry class. Braxton’s favorite compound, methane, proved to be very constant. The class was beginning to get annoyed. “Hey prof! I got some chemistry for ya!” PHHHHBBBBBRRRRRBBBBFFFFFTT!!! It was massive. I thought I saw the look of fear in multiple students, especially since this was the 5th fart in under 10 minutes of class… we had no idea how much gassier he was gonna be in the upcoming weeks. “Prof let me write a report on the history and composition of methane gas last semester as a trade off I get to fart in his class as much as I want” Braxton seemed cheeky… to cheeky… fuck that was hot… “We’ll I was transferring that semester and wouldn’t see you again… but here you are.” Professor was somber. “That’s right but a bet’s a bet!” Braxton let a series of small farts out that caused most of the class to hold their noses under their shirts. PPPBBRT, ffrrt!, BRROOOOOOFFP! FFRRT! ffrt! pphhhrrrrnnk, ffrttt! “I got gas everybody!!!” He slapped his ass and I stared in a craze as his ass backed up into my desk. “Ahh! Smell that one buddy, silent! But oh so DEADLY!!!” Braxton wafted the SBD into my face as I was stuck in my desk. My cock was throbbing. But it was only the beginning of my day. I lost count how many times Braxton farted on me in that class. But my next class was Biology II, with Braxton. The desks held to people in a bench like seat. Braxton was sneaky in this class and let rip silent blasts of gas for what seemed like every minute if not more. Then came yoga, partner yoga, hot partner yoga. I took a PE class because too much studying would make me a weak man… But Braxton made me desperate for release… that made me even weaker. He had no idea what his gas was doing to my brain. He was just having fun.
So it looks like I reached 200+ followers?? I don’t even know what to say other than thank you all so much!! I wanted to do a lil something to show my appreciation, so I thought I’d make a follow forever! I’ve never done one before, so I may mess up. If I miss anybody out I’m soooo sorry in advance! I love every single one of my followers more than anything! Please never forget that, my angels!
Without further adieu, let’s do this!
Best Bud: @localplantpal . Kie’s my dearest buddy here! Thank you for always sticking with me, my beautiful and loveliest friend! ^.^