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pregnate brian

 

dont be discouraged

 stay proud

today

 i leanred new things it was eventful 

anjoy this picture of peter 

I find peace

peter

 he looks so peaceful from this angle fantastic moment his warm smile brings me joy!

SO FUCKING METAL METAL FAMILGUIIIIIIIIIIIIYYYYY

 

LESBIAN PETER

 

good morning family

 

watch out u kno who you are....

 

me vs my haters

 

hey fam ily guy friends bad things have happened to me AGAIN

 your leader was robbed using location app I was able to get my phone back from WRECK IT RALPH HIMSLEF that fat fuck is sooo fuckin fat and stupid his name is ralph like what the fuck ugly fuck anyways for 1 day I almost couldn't watch family guy luckily I have a chrombook aswell to also watch family guy I would like family guy pants with zipper pockets so fat fucks cant steal my weed and phone while I'm sleeping and locks on the pockets wtf was he gonna do with a iPhone x like what r u stupid ts sell for 1$ my camera s broken like what anyways if you love and care about me you'll kill ralph 

terrible things nick jonson arrested????????????? theres no way

 the ancle monitor master is back in the cage

it seems today that all you see is the violence in real life and the sex in real life.

Love in Quahog...... a self insert fanfiction. BY ME. DONT STEAL.

 Quahog wasn’t exactly known for its romance, but somehow, you had managed to attract the attention of four of its most… unique residents.

It all started when you moved into the house next door to the Griffins. Your first day had been a mess—you had locked yourself out while wearing only a bathrobe, spilled coffee on Peter’s lawn, and almost got run over by Joe in his police cruiser. But somehow, instead of being a disaster, it made quite the impression.

Quagmire was the first to make a move, obviously.

“Giggity,” he had said, leaning against your mailbox. “You new in town? Because I can be your personal tour guide—especially in the bedroom.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help but laugh. “Does that line actually work?”

“Eh, 30% success rate,” he admitted with a shrug.

Then there was Joe. He had stopped by under the pretense of neighborhood safety.

“You know, living alone can be dangerous,” Joe had said, crossing his arms with a firm nod. “If you ever need protection—or someone to help change a lightbulb—just call me. I’ll be there.”

Cleveland had been the most polite, of course. He brought you a homemade casserole and an awkward smile.

“Uh, hi, Y/N,” he said. “I just wanted to say, um… welcome to Quahog. And also, uh, you got a real nice… everything.”

And then there was Peter.

Unlike the others, Peter wasn’t exactly flirting at first. It took him a little while to realize he had feelings for you. In fact, it wasn’t until you laughed at one of his ridiculous jokes that he blinked and said, “Oh my God, I think I love you.”

The next few weeks were insane.

Quagmire kept trying to woo you with extravagant (and slightly inappropriate) gestures—like a hot tub installation in your backyard. Joe invited you to the gym with him, flexing every chance he got. Cleveland wrote you a love poem that was so sweet you actually teared up. And Peter… well, Peter stole Lois’s credit card to buy you a giant teddy bear.

It was flattering—overwhelming, but flattering. But as time went on, you realized you didn’t want to choose. You loved them all in different ways.

So, one night, over drinks at the Drunken Clam, you finally confessed.

“I can’t pick just one of you,” you admitted. “I care about all of you. Is that… crazy?”

The four of them exchanged glances. Quagmire’s eyes widened, Joe looked thoughtful, Cleveland nervously scratched his arm, and Peter… well, Peter just downed his beer in one gulp.

“You mean…” Quagmire started, a slow grin forming on his face. “All of us? Together? Like some kind of super harem?”

“Y/N,” Joe said, nodding, “this is highly unconventional, but… I think I’m in.”

“I mean, I do love you,” Cleveland said with a small smile.

Peter blinked. “Wait, does this mean I get to have three best friends and a girlfriend? Oh my God, that’s awesome!”

And just like that, Quahog’s most unexpected relationship began.

It wasn’t always smooth sailing—Peter kept eating the snacks meant for everyone, Quagmire had to learn the meaning of boundaries, and Joe was way too competitive on game nights. But at the end of the day, you were all happy.

Who knew love could be this weirdly perfect?

PLUG SOCIATAL MARKET CRASH BUY ALL U CAN NOWE BEFORE ITS TOO LATE PLUG SOCIALTA: MARKET CRAHS PLEAS GOD SAVE US

 

HANDMADE family guy collage BY ME DONT FUCKING STEAL

 

the truth befor ur very eyes!!!!!111!!1!1!!!!1!!!11!!!!!

 

untitledprincess caroline project

fruit for thought 

whta it all the fuits didnt thinkwhat if I wetn to bed no 

don't care 

comb your hair 

.....

there's not a good peter or a bad peter just a peter who does good and bad peter things 

I know love is real because peter is full of it

I know forgivensss is real because peter is full of it

love and forgive 

love all forgive all 

things happen in the world 

not in the world but outside too

so many galazies around 

forgive them all 

for being so far a u 

never rehabilitate always be myself don't listen when  tell me do make better decisions there's no better decisions to make only decisions that exists always be neutral to al 

what if babies stayed forever 

what if everyone stayed babies forever 

babies society 

boss baby? 

i seen boss bb around tons 

I miss the sun its cold 

I hear ringing in my left ear I fuckinghate retarded docots giving my the wrong prescription just listen to meeeeeeeeeeeeee the first tttttt tiemeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee 

I thkn with all these memories I can become the first Canadian presidan 

I wish family guy had a collage I wouce ACE the aexam 

why si everyone so fucking stuou?????????????????????????????????????????

i want a cigarette but alas all I c is Christina guavalina 

ghristona may I put my lips on u I ask gently 

yea - Christina guavalina 

fuck ues - me 

1 AM 

god morning citisems of shopville I am suzie shake this is the year 2014 and the shopkins sptre set that includes a cashregister why did that bitxh Kennedy hey it like what the fuk I hate that fat bithhhhhhh 

the mall set has 2 clear opening doors and comes with a cash register that turns the set is original from the show shopkin which takes place in shopville at first the shopkins only stay in the store (exact store I was talking bout) and then they discover these a shopville with MOEW shopkins like wtfffff so ya 

fuk that bihhh apple blossom whats her effin problem I like spilt milk he's sooo cute and also I like lippy lip shes lowk me strawberry kiss is cute too but shes dumb and suzie shake voice rlly annoys me 

I fw kookie cookie so hard like shes ACC me like genuninly me so fukin hard shes sooooooooo tuff like soo tuff 

anyqya I have more family huy contetny coming so js keep ur eyes and eras open for that 

baiiiii 

 

open your eyes its mornign 12:36 (its acutlly 12:39) chr chris

 

i hthink chris is green weweweeeeeen woot too too weeweeen 

ithink cchrit is blue nu nu nu 

recent troubles

 hello my family guy family supporters i hoep you can send me your blessings and love in this time of need I have horrendously sick and it hurts badly I am currently suffering form a very danergus infection sinous eras its oksy though I'm pon antibiotics and lots of pain medication n= and I'm deftetly keeping track of the hours of whcih I'm taking all these mdcations = anyways enjoy this fanert the pain is less ear raping at this moment not okay enough to sleep but good wnough to post and shar my blessings with you all anyways I still belive what caus this infection is all the hate I've been reciving  here on tus patform  its okay ill kill how did this and find them and do bad things

messag to anpnymus haters who ARE BRAINWASHED AND BRAIN FUCKED

 

Hes so sexually desireable

 peter : hey 

me : hey

peter *who is naked* : what are you doing here 

me *who is not naked yet* : I am here to see you 

peter *who is still naked* : really? i love you 

me *who is now naked* : yes I love you too peter 

let me know in the comments down below if anyone desires a part 2 I will maybe wriet it if I have enough time in the coming weeks I am a very busy person its a lot of work to keep up a family guy blog all the time very demanding lots of ladies and gentlements (2 gendres) (I don't do the homosexuality its against my religion and agiat all rights of the world 2 penises and 2 vaginas is very very very wrong)

I have have strong opinions on people of colour as well if anyone desires to hear about them let me know in the comments below 

with that have a great day everybody and continue on your family guy journey to prosperity its a long hard journey but soon all my children and peters children will make it well all acend and well all become who we were made to be the enties the world is a white cloud I can touch it its soft and warm I l=feel warm in the world with peter I am jumping on ihhis belly and floating around in his big glasses that look like his eeys in this world we all sniff like brain talk like stewie groceries like lois fat like megatron (legal name of meg) we feel what chris feels and most importantly we trancent to the tranquility and nirvana of peter griffin acending to peter spirituality takes years maybe even decades but with the right dedication and study you all my children can become a free spirit and a true supporter and follower of this beautiful truth and this beautiful life you'll see the world with new colours and beauty you thought never possible you see things feel warmpth because with peter there is no cold there is no loneliness and there is no sorrow only happyniess and bright white light at the end of the tunnel so please join me in this fantastical journey you will open your third eye and see the world for what it truly is.

peter griffins.

simpsons family GETS WREKED

these fucking disgusting demons get what they deserve pure pain and sorrow hate for all simpsons hate for all simpsons hate for all simpsons hate for all simpsons hate for all simpsons hate for all simpsons hate for all simpsons hate for all simpsons hate for all simpsons hate for all simpsons hate for all simpsons hate for all simmpsons hate for all simpsons hate for all simpsons hate for all simpsons hate for all simpsons 
 

sexy peter

 mmmmmm yum yum yum sexy peter yummy watermelon peter woah yum yu myum

MY FIRST SIMPSIONS HATE I FUCKING HATE SIMMPSONS SO FUCKING MUCH ALMOST AS MUCH AS I HATE PEAOPLE OF COLOUR RAAAAAAHHGGGGHHHH!!!!!!! THEY ENGRAGE ME RAAGHHHH!!!!!!! (except cleaveland)

 

LOOK AT THIS CAPILATIST DICK SUCKING FAMILY NEVER COMING TO THE RESCUE WHEN YOU SUCCOMB TO YOUR DELUSIONS AND FALL INTO THE WORM HOLE OF LIFE AND REFUSE TO FOLLOW LEAD OF GOD

MY newest family guy fantasy

 

MY peter griffin fanart DO NOT STEAL I REAPEAT DO NOT FUCKING STEAL OR I WILL FIND U AND RAPE YOU

 

meg griffith

 

stewuie and brain escape

 Stewie and Brian sat on the steps outside the Griffin household, the moon casting a silver glow over Quahog. Silence stretched between them, heavy and contemplative.

"You ever think... maybe we don't belong here?" Stewie asked, uncharacteristically subdued.

Brian took a long drag from his cigarette before exhaling slowly. "Yeah. More than I’d like to admit."

They both had always known, deep down, that something about this family was off. Peter’s reckless idiocy, Lois’s barely contained resentment, Meg’s endless suffering, Chris’s obliviousness—all of it combined into a vortex of dysfunction. Stewie had spent years plotting ways to escape, but only now did he realize that he didn’t need a time machine or a teleportation device. He just needed to leave.

"They're toxic," Stewie continued. "The constant abuse, the negligence. We deserve better."

Brian nodded. "I mean, Meg’s the only one I even feel remotely bad for. But if we stay, we’ll end up just as broken as the rest of them."

Stewie sighed. "We need to go. Start fresh. Maybe somewhere quiet, where intelligence isn’t met with indifference."

Brian smirked. "You got a plan?"

"Always, dear Brian." Stewie pulled a small envelope from his pocket. "One-way tickets. Europe. We leave tonight."

Brian stared at the tickets for a moment, then smiled. "You really thought of everything."

"Of course. I'm a genius, you know."

They both turned to glance at the house one last time. The shouting, the chaos—it wasn’t their burden anymore. With quiet resolve, they stood up and walked away, leaving behind the toxicity that had once defined them.

For the first time, they were free.

I THINK OF PETER ALWAYS ♡＼(￣▽￣)／♡

 

the mysterios world of peter griffins brain.

 Peter Griffin sat alone in the Drunken Clam, his beer half-finished, his mind unusually active. The usual chatter of Quagmire, Cleveland, and Joe was absent tonight. For the first time in years, Peter had declined their company. Something had been gnawing at his mind, something he could not quite put into words.

"What is the meaning of my life?" Peter muttered under his breath, staring at the amber liquid in his glass.

The question had struck him earlier that day when Stewie, with his typical precociousness, had called him an "existentially bankrupt buffoon." The insult itself had been lost on Peter, but later, as he absentmindedly watched an episode of The Price Is Right, the phrase returned to him. Existentially bankrupt. Was that true? Did he exist without meaning, merely bumbling from one absurd situation to the next?

"What am I?" Peter whispered, his fingers tightening around the glass. "Just a guy who eats too much, drinks too much, screws up, and somehow keeps going?"

A soft chuckle came from the other side of the bar. It was Horace, the bartender. "You ever read Camus?" he asked, wiping down the counter.

Peter frowned. "Camus? Is that the guy from That ‘70s Show?"

Horace shook his head. "Albert Camus. He said life is absurd. There's no inherent meaning, but we have to keep living anyway."

Peter considered this. "So, basically, life is like me trying to put on my pants after a big meal. It don’t make sense, but I gotta do it anyway."

Horace laughed. "Something like that."

Peter took a sip of his beer, feeling the bubbles sting his throat. Maybe his existence was a joke, a punchline in the grand scheme of things. But if life had no meaning, did that mean it was okay to live it however he wanted? To keep making mistakes, to revel in chaos, to be Peter Griffin without apology?

"So, the trick is to just keep going?" Peter asked, a strange sense of comfort settling over him.

Horace nodded. "That’s the whole game, buddy."

Peter exhaled. He wasn’t a genius, he wasn’t a hero, but maybe that was the point. Maybe just existing—laughing, loving, screwing up—was all there was. And maybe, just maybe, that was enough.

With that thought, Peter finished his beer and stepped out into the night, ready to face the absurdity once more.