Just A Cryptid

I went to the forest that makes you have multiple pronouns and accidentally touched some poison ivy there

now I'm it/she

OH COME THE FUCK ON

no more daddy. in 2026 all men whimper on floor pathetic

My favourite part of the movie Corpse Bride is when the bride accuses her murderer of murdering her and the guy flips out and insists that the animate corpse who returned from the grave to implicate him is “clearly delusional”, like what a fucking legend.

That feeling when your gaslight reflex is so strong that it overpowers your fear of the undead

some hyper famous artists like Van Gogh transcend overratedness and become underrated because they're so normalized. Like I'll look at a van Gogh and I'm like wait this really is amazing you guys don't get it

Shakespeare is like this

would you rather be on a five hour drive with a thomas sanders fan or a hazbin hotel fan. and you can’t crash the car i’m sorry

thomas sanders fan because they might be hung. gimme another

got any rationale for this or is it more of an intuitive thing

honestly i gauge all situations with a ‘will this involve me sucking dick’ metric and a five-hour two-person car trip is a high background reading so i’m mostly playing in the margins here? but thomas sanders is theater kid is horny is might be hung whereas hazbin hotel is not unhorny but horny in a currency i don’t accept. i hope you can understand.

i dont, but you seem to, and thats what matters

ma'am, I'm going to place you on a brief hold while I look for a reaction image