“I think there might just be, Tana dear.” *smiles wickedly*
((Imagine Olaf walking into your house, stealing the last cookie in the pantry and then burning your house down.))
Happy cakesniffing father’s cakesniffing day you cakesniffer.
You’re not my daughter and I hate you.
Oh really? Then how come you gave birth to me, hmmm?
….You need to re-take your sex ed classes, Carmelita.
stop making villains so attractive it makes me question my morals or what’s left of them anyway


The Hoosiers
-Trick to Life
