ukibyphobia is the fear of being stuck with Paint.
katphobia is the fear of being sent to the Shadow Realm.
flameyphobia is the fear of not sneezing forever.Adriphobia is the fear of breaking out into song.
accurate
Kiwiphobia is the fear of being called while calling someone
Adrianphobia is the fear of dogs in Hawaii.
Hixnuphobia is the fear of liking a brand too much.
Fluffyphobia is the fear of people who think Link’s name is Zelda.
Yep..
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just-a-load-of-fangirly-goodness:
Sian is a homo that was born from the fires of hell
Seems Legit XD
Shushi is a homo so big they drifted into the earth’s atmosphere and replaced the moon
Lol what the heck
Adrian is a homo
… Just a homo…?
Accurate.
Hixnu is a homo of gargantuan proportions.
Fluffy is perhaps the biggest homo of them all….
I did this why?
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This needed to be reblogged.
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For those of you who have not been able to tell, I absolutely love Christmas, and spend more than two months wallering in the spirit of the Holiday.
I just got done putting up mistletoe in every doorway of my house in hopes that I can get a kiss from….
Everyone. <3
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Awwww yeah!
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Jubi
Growing up in an Italian family teaches you the importance of a hearty dinner surrounded by the ones you love. This enduring tradition now takes place at my home at least once a month when my father arrives with his arms full of fresh ingredients and a single demand; “Lasagna!”
I don’t remember exactly when he came to the realization that I had talent in Lasagnacraft, but when it finally occurred to him he decided to never leave me alone about it. No one else was allowed to cook it since then, because to him I work some sort of magic in the kitchen. He guards the doorway to be absolutely sure no one messes with me while I do my thing, and in turn he gets 3/4ths of the pan to himself.
It wasn’t until Biscuits, however, that I needed to double up my recipe. After all, once he discovered my ability to make cheese edible to him (the man hates dairy), he resented my father’s extra helping. Now there’s more than enough for everyone, and Lasagna Night is something I look forward to every month.
