can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like pooping farts

I'm imagining a world where RPGMaker somehow made it as the de facto codebase for software and you have to navigate your banking app by walking around in a huge room full of NPCs named "make deposit" and "make withdrawal" etc and there's loud as fuck stock music playing

"that's right, your majesty! You are in dire need of a new freezer... Do not concern yourself with the large cardboard container in which it shall be delivered! Just let your lowly advisor take care of that..."

The apple they fed to snow white wasnt poision at all it was just a red delicious

something sweetie this way loves

i love reblogging things i've already reblogged like. y'all are going to see this again