Ten Billion Years of Bullshit

Carry on my wayward son

not all your fave blorbos can be masochists some of those fuckers gotta enjoy beating the shit out of someone during sex

it actually makes me so sad and angry when people deny their fave blorbo could possibly be a sadist like whats wrong with sadism did sadism do something problematic

the prawn bomb exploded into shrimpnel

a lot of people were krilled

I like how this post is still going around long after it’s outlived this entire website feature

nobody tears through library books quite as fast as a 12 yr old girl with no friends

only ppl on this post who matter r the ppl who r saying "me except im not a girl anymore" & "me except i wasnt a girl yet"

the number 1 rule of fanfic is have fun and be yourself. the number 2 rule is the average healthy adult male can lose roughly 2 liters of blood before dying.

Find me. I'm like pages. You gotta find me. Woah mama

World Heritage Post

why the fuck would this be my reaction

You must not have a best friend

The thing that’s funny and relatable about Luigi isn’t that he’s a coward, it’s that he’s a coward with no sense of scale. He reacts to literally everything with exactly the same level of oh-gee-I-dunno apprehension, whether it’s hearing a noise in a dark house at night, or coming face to face with a world-devouring horror. This is more or less the root of his self-esteem problems; he’s the universe’s second-greatest warrior and doesn’t realise it because as far as he’s concerned, being scared of a spider in the bathroom and being scared of Cthulhu are the same thing – he just totally lacks the necessary context to appreciate that managing to grit your teeth and deal with the second one is any sort of achievement. It’s all spiders in the bathroom to him. He’s equally terrified of everything, and that makes him invincible.