An Actual Real Lion

I diagnose you with the weight of living

mood: bedridden victorian child

pâpâ…………i’m colde ….

will grándmama be there? in the light??

I literally scrolled past after read it, started reading another post. Paused. “Oh my gOD” and scrolled back up to reblog this fuck

Honest to god I could write entire books on the fucked up little micro societies that exist solely in isolated gmod servers

my buddy and I were crawling some servers on gmod one day, just dinking around and being mild nuisances. we found one server where everyone had some ridiculous rank/title–various mythical creatures and wizards and stuff. We bothered someone badly enough (probably made a big mess of barrels or something) that we got put in jail, but we weren’t really interested in playing gmod as much as just goofing off, so we hung around the server for a while. the residents were chatting pretty casually, until someone, in a frantic tone, says “Janus is coming! We need to get this place cleaned up!” Janus logs in, and he has the title of God. Someone sheepishly asks “hey what’s up Janus?” Janus replies with an ear-splittingly loud buzzing static noise that drowns every sound on the server out. me and my buddy absolutely lost our minds

Happy Anniversary!

me