So after a fucking horrible day of doll hunting, I come home and take a shower. When I get into my room my boyfriend is sitting on the bed smiling and Webarella’s box is just chilling with my dolls. Needless to say I started crying and had a mild panic attack. She’s fucking beautiful.
He ordered her the week before comic con and has just been waiting to surprise me. Don’t worry, my boyfriend is just the best in the world.
His boyfriend: Making all other boyfriends pale in comparison.