I don't know what the fuck I'm doing

Yippieeeeee

Keychain eating is now a tag because of you two.

keychain eating!!

i really don’t know what else you expected

“I asked ChatGPT” well, chat, I asked GPT (gunpowder Tim) and he asked where the explosives were

i swear if this is the second stupid sword picture post i make that gets to 10k i'll just go kill someone

ok I know everyone’s considered Ryland grace wearing an “I put the ace in space” t shirt but. have we considered the infinitely funnier option of putting this shirt on eva stratt

Official Post of Massachusetts

never post again

*walks into an antique store* i’d like to see your most evil items, please

spin the wheel and assign an animal to prev

“there is no straight explanation for this” neither is there a gay one. there is however an aromantic one

A concept: Grace telling Rocky about every memory he gets back because he's scared of losing them again and Rocky will always remember

✨🦊ryland grace imagines🦊✨ okay so imagine him dismounting from his bike and landing straight into a puddle. now imagine him standing on his desk trying not to kill himself while fumbling with the class projector. now imagine him pulling the world's most mangled banana out of his lunch bag. he's speaking at a conference and he's been struggling with mic feedback for the past 15 minutes. he needs to get off the bus but there's people standing in front of the exit and he can't manage to squeeze past them in time so he has to wait for the next stop and walk back. imagine him tripping over a sidewalk tile. now imagine him crunching on a still frozen spot in his microwave spaghetti dinner and gagging a little.

okay now imagine him failing to get the key into the bike lock for 5 minutes while it's cold and raining and his hands are numb. he's sitting outside having his sad sandwich for lunch and the wrapper blows away so he has to chase after it. he grows increasingly flustered as everyone watches him struggle with a loose contact while he's trying to switch the projector output over to his hdmi port. imagine him bent over the sink in the staff bathroom frantically trying to rub a giant stain out of his shirt but only soaking himself in the process. he overstuffs a plastic bag and it rips halfway through his trip home, covering the sidewalk in his groceries. also imagine him recovering a moldy tangerine from the very back of his fridge and shuddering with barely contained disgust as he clamps it between three fingers and turns his face into his shoulder.