Well, The Dead Don’t Talk Or Complain Or Go On Twitter. I’d Rather Hang Out With Some Dead People

Toni looked up from her phone, face to face with her robes. Her eyes pan further upwards until she's looking directly at.. well..

"I can always make time for a fan!" The trans-atlantic accent she used on camera slipped out, a dramatic hand flew onto her forehead. "Get the picture quickly, darling, I can't hold this pose forever." Her posture straightened before pushing her chest out. To finish the pose, she quickly closed her eyes and pursed her lips.

Like she had stated, it didn't last long. She opened one eye to look at him, her facade cracking and falling apart into a short laugh. Her hands reached out to grab at the robes that Joseph chose to don for the party. "Have you been raiding my closet when I'm not home?"

who : @rockhardjuicerobinson when : april 17 where : florida . daddio farm

Patches of grass and gravel crunched underneath Toni’s boots as she looked for a spot to set up her blankets and snacks. Most of the good spots had been taken by others who had arrived earlier than she had, so now she was completely determined to find a spot that was good enough.

She had brought ‘pigs in a blanket,’ as explained to her by Liv. Cocktail weenies wrapped in crescent dough — It was an easy recipe she had learned when she first started being invited to shows and their subsequent after parties. It made a good first impression. They were cheap and easy to make, and everyone seemed to enjoy them, so somewhere down the line they became a staple for Toni to bring to events.

The weather was cold for it being May in Florida. Sixty degrees is not ideal, but it’s times like these that Toni is grateful for being partnered with a clothing brand. She was dressed very comfortably, an animal print hoodie hung loosely from her frame, SPLX branded sweatpants to top off the cozy outfit. Her hair was still curled from Dynamite the night before - albeit pulled up haphazardly so she could put her blankets down - and her face was stripped of the dramatic red lip she had become known for.

A ‘Trader Joe’s’ branded tote bag was dropped onto the ground in front of her. She pulled out a large blanket to lay on the dirt, another to wrap around her shoulders. While making her way outside, Toni managed to throw a couple of snacks and drinks into her bag. Thus, with a ‘thump’ of her landing butt-first onto the blanket, she had firmly planted herself in a spot where she would stay for the rest of the night.

This stuffie looks a bit like you… a lot like you, actually.

this is the only valid april fool's post today.

Instructions unclear: Am I meant to dig the soil to plant or dig the soil up like a dog.

life’s a garden. dig it.

I think it will be 99.9% animated films, so you don’t have anything to worry about. I’m thinking of bringing little cocktail weenies — The ones wrapped in dough.. Are you bringing anything fun?

there’s no scary movies tomorrow, right? i don’t wanna sleep with the lights on 😟

Woke up to a chicken standing on my head. That’s new.

[ sms ] to @harleycam [out of nowhere]

[ 📲 ] Bar crawl soon.

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Get a hot bath in your schedule right after.

how do you hype yourself up for the pain of a ladder match, asking for a friend?

“America’s Ass: Cody Rhodes” tramp stamp

Thinking about how I should get “something something cody rhodes” tattooed somewhere. how’s my forehead looking? would you guys still fuck with me if i did that? 😝

Learning everything did feel like a kick in the ass 🤭 I am here now, but for how long… 👻

hold your applause — I have finally learned my way around this app. My ass is bruised, how is everyone else?

Follow me around Vegas, I will lead you to all the showgirls. Just don’t be upset if they like me more than you 🤭 We will create a big feather-y army.

What are everyone’s Mania plans? I was thinking of getting a hotel and giving a lot of money to showgirls and boys wearing nothing but feathers 🦚