carnage

Just because nintendo SAYS the Koopalings aren’t Bowser’s kids, doesn’t mean they aren’t his kids. You can’t have a bunch of kid underlings and NOT just instantly be their father. Even if it’s not biological…. BESIDES, it’s canon that all babies come from storks in that world, let the man just have a horde of babies because the stork won’t STOP SENDING THEM.

You get it. You’re a keeper. 

And, being Bowser, he probably doesn’t even question any of it, questions are for nerds. Except possibly how did “Roy come pre-packaged with sunglasses?” because let’s face it, he probably did arrive like that.

being Bowser he probably did a little doubletake and then muttered “That’s a cool baby…” in a sort of alarmed tone

THAT FIRST SITE IS EVERY WRITER’S DREAM DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY TIMES I’VE TRIED WRITING SOMETHING AND THOUGHT GOD DAMN IS THERE A SPECIFIC WORD FOR WHAT I’M USING TWO SENTENCES TO DESCRIBE AND JUST GETTING A BUNCH OF SHIT GOOGLE RESULTS

OMG

This one’s an always-reblog, because who knows who needs it and hasn’t seen it yet?

I experienced a few embarrassing seconds of confusion because in my language (French) the bishop is called the fool

certified iconic post

how are yall gonna share this all and not mention that the muppet with the fraggle rack is named Arieola Borealis

every single addition to this post caused additional psychic damage i hit 0hp at ‘fraggle rack’

being born lonely is so fucking suffocating bc you feel like no matter what you do or who you’re with deep down you’re just not palatable to other people. something about you is so inherently other and nothing can ever dispel that. and it haunts you w every social situation you walk into but you just have to be okay w it for the rest of your life

i’m not even exaggerating but growing up a super isolated teen who wanted to have friends but who just did not know how to make them has fundamentally altered my brain chemistry in some way. now as a young adult in her early 20s i have so many friends & i always get told i give off bubbly vivacious vibes & most people would guess i’m extroverted or at least that social anxiety isn’t something i massively struggle w. and yet even as i grow into that side of me that scared introverted little girl still haunts me every day and makes me feel like i’m standing at the edge of the party even when i’m right in the thick of it. that shit just does not go away. i’m hoping it does as i get older bc i really want this ghost put to rest. and strangely this does not seem to be a universal haunting