girls love having their little digital archives

i think if i were a jedi i would make it my life mission to make yoda angry. i would give anything to hear his little goblin voice mutter the words “thin fucking ice, you are on” and click his little cane on the ground. i would do anything. kick him as im walking and be like “oh sorry didnt see you there.” go with him to the market and try to buy him for four credits and say “oh my bad i thought you were a head of cabbage.” raise all the chairs in the jedi temple just an inch. catch him while he’s sleeping and paint his little nails and then be like “odd that someone caught you slippin master yoda. wonder who could have done that.” leave crumbs in his seat in the jedi council. i mean i would do anything

I know it feels good as fuck to cast spells from up there

The BEST trope is when a character tells another “let’s run away together, we can leave all of this behind and start a new life somewhere” and gets rejected. And then the rest of the tragedy unfolds

If you got past the ammonia taste you could bake cookies on the surface of Rocky’s body probably

i step out onto stage clad in full corpse paint and death metal regalia and start playing the most middle-of-the-road soft rock you've heard since 1974

The Ojibwe nailed it. Wawa is exactly the right name for a goose.

when it wasn't meant to be 🤣🤣 but the potential of possibility still plagues you 🤔

She was trying to look behind the counter where we keep Gold Jewelry and Gucci Purses for pokemon cards

Pivotal information I think everyone should know: this was at a thrift store

ITS EVOCATIVE! LIKE GREAT BIG HUGE BANANAS EXCEPT SHARP!

many people ask 'how do i know my art is good enough to start a comic'. this is a very common mistake. you do not make a comic to make good art you make comics because its fun and looked yummy

me when i improve the skill by (checks notes) not doing it so no one sees me doing it badly

every single fucking thing on earth exists solely to put a dent in your newly applied nail polish