the divine effeminate

dungeon meshi is about the power fantasy of being in the exactly perfectly correct situation for your personal brand of autism to be an essential, lifesaving asset

actually while i’ve still got this soapbox stuck to my shoe i also wanna say i think culturally we gotta start conceptualizing physical fitness as a productive hobby rather than an obligation

All roads lead to mwah

"retiring for the evening" is a very useful concept lol we should be free to say "i'm not gonna be chatting anymore tonight" without then having to pretend to be asleep. if we ever talk and you say goodnight don't stress it if i see you online later hahahahah

brat tamers are funny wdym you’re turned on by getting ragebaited

brats you aren't safe either you get turned on by someone thinking you're annoying

the crazy thing about this place called “grocery store” is that you always need to go there. especially if you like, just went.

it was supposed to be an easy mission: go in, kill the target, escape unseen. nothing i haven't done a thousand times before. what i hadn't expected was for the damn puppy to start beatboxing

momma didn't raise no pervert i got that on my journey of self discovery

"a genus of new world pigs" sounds like something rage against the machine might call the american capitalist class. but in fact it refers to the humble javelina

Save me hyperpop

hey, sex pervert question: do you ever think about me even when im not present