faggot with a crossbow

the worst thing about waiting for missing link is that it could appear at literally any time. no safety net of company announcements or e3 or game shows. it could be tomorrow at 4am. it could be october

world heritage post

Reading this post is like walking into a civil war reenactment only to realize you accidentally time travelled to the real civil War

@hellsite-hall-of-fame

She trots like haaland runs

Parents are giving their children names no one has ever spoken out loud before

Baby Name Consultant is the type of job title you'd see people claim to have on HGTV while nitpicking 3 different multi-million dollar houses.

START USING CONQUERING GOD-EMPRESS LANGUAGE: INSTEAD OF "I cleaned my apartment" SAY "I CLEANSED MY FORTRESS OF WEAKNESS AND IMPURITY" INSTEAD OF "My feet hurt from standing all day" SAY "WHY AREN'T YOU MASSAGING MY FEET" INSTEAD OF "I had pasta tonight" SAY "I INDULGED IN THE BOUNTY OF THE FIELDS"

The average Tumblr blogger has such poor manners that even a pig would be embarrassed to bring them home to its mother.

are you his beautiful wife? you are not his beatiful wife? sad snooting

i think if i were a jedi i would make it my life mission to make yoda angry. i would give anything to hear his little goblin voice mutter the words “thin fucking ice, you are on” and click his little cane on the ground. i would do anything. kick him as im walking and be like “oh sorry didnt see you there.” go with him to the market and try to buy him for four credits and say “oh my bad i thought you were a head of cabbage.” raise all the chairs in the jedi temple just an inch. catch him while he’s sleeping and paint his little nails and then be like “odd that someone caught you slippin master yoda. wonder who could have done that.” leave crumbs in his seat in the jedi council. i mean i would do anything

i would be so pissed if I was marianne bro I get this awesome job performing for the grand immortal dictator on his state sanctioned world tour and then my weird sister who runs the MOAT (already has her OWN job, btw) starts showing up during MY part?? and hitting our dad??

AI slop prompters will never feel the exhilaration of drawing fanatically. Time becomes irrelevant. Your body morphs into just a device for devotion. You are devotion. Never blinking. Your heart beat might as well have never began, because you have become a machine for craft. You are every person before you that has ever touched pencil to paper. Your blood sings as you become a singularity. Never blinking. Never breathing. Never hearing. Eyes on paper, hand moving as if pushed and pulled by an unknown force. They will never understand the madness you feel when you enter a state where you do not starve, ache, or think. The moment you snap out of that haze, your hands covered in graphite and your stomach clawing at your insides for sustenance, that's the closest thing to divinity I have ever felt. I chase it even when my body deteriorates. I understand the weakness of my flesh and it does not deter me

did chatgpt write that response for you too