im cass now hi

it’s time for demons to come out of the ground and for everyone to get special powers

i specifically requested it

I think that if you had enough daughters AND played your cards right you could spring Mambo Number Five out at the EXACT right gathering and shatter your entire family's trust forever

The secret is to name them out of order with the lyrics so by the time anyone catches on it's too late

For me personally the ideal gathering would be my funeral

not just atheist but anti-theist. a divine being descends to earth and im in the background booing

god isn't real but if it was, we'd be obligated to imprison it for crimes against humanity

Whats the deal with the shambling corpse thats been following us for weeks

going to the corner store to get more corners

the council will decide your fate

Pokemon Heritage Post

POV it's summer and you are an ice cream

you know back then they didn’t use to romanticize the past

i enjoy the miserable girl character.

based on video games, we can infer that moving platforms and pillars were commonplace in ancient egypt

giant rolling balls of mysterious origin were often used in many cultures to defend against invaders, and even as keys to unlock certain automatic doors

stupid human body. can't even purr

Mr. Tenna is Kris Dreemurr's childhood imaginary friend and has the most diagetically designed vibes out of any Darkner, making him, as a concept and design, Kris' intellectual property. This of course means that Kris Dreemurr legally owns Tenna's name and likeness and if you've ever written or drawn him, you owe Kris Dreemurr royalties.

arts degrees r so funny because you go in class and theyre like What Is A Poem? we dont know for sure... and then moral of the story is we don't know what a poem is. and then the worst part of it is that theyre right

I can't stress enough that she is understating just how dire things are. I know we're all struggling but please, please do what you can.

Huh? No sorry dude I wasn't mad at you I was talking to the physical manifestation of my self loathing only I can see in the form of a 7 foot tall cartoon fox girl with eye makeup that hates me. She doesn't talk. Yeah. No yeah she's hot but like. Yeah. I hate her. Yea. She likes to touch me sometimes I hate her

Yeah she's back