Is This the Real Life or is This Just Fantasy?

if this post reaches 100k notes by Halloween I will read Homestuck

I’d have to wait months or even years for another chance to reblog this, so why the fuck not?

HAPPY THURSDAY THE 20TH EVERYONE

I’d have to wait months or even years for another chance to reblog this, so why the fuck not?

HAPPY THURSDAY THE 20TH EVERYONE

getting super niche on main but I'm obsessed w the way other ppl who played the Sims 2 DS game talk about it. It's always like "I was still single digits and shit my pants and cried when I heard the alien music when they invaded the town. The whole game is dark and disturbing and haunted. These characters are forever stuck in purgatory with no way out of this hellish town, eternal guests. Best childhood game loved it to bits"

i strongly remember being a child and picking up on the obvious context clues that the goth chick was up to some culty nonsense but doing the tasks for her regardless bc like. it'll be nice to help her have a good day! i think the beauty of that game is how you are so aware of the unsettling and deeply bizarre nature of its world and characters, but the gameplay itself is basically just a hotel management & npc sidequest simulator. it's VERY twin peaks, actually. it definitely made a huge impact on me as a creative, even now. also i like how you could feed the cows chocolate and then get chocolate milk. and that you could make shitty music. and find weird shit in the basement. and navigate social interactions in the funniest most neurodivergent way possible

like yes things suck but at least ur not 15 again

*repeating to myself in the mirror* i lived through being age 15 i can do anything now…

I’d have to wait months or even years for another chance to reblog this, so why the fuck not?

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jojo siwa is like. her style is not my taste at all but as soon as other people call it annoying im like actually you're wrong she's an icon and a legend

she looks like the concentrated essence of a claires store and i do not mean this negatively

it’s the “fuck you” to the current trend of encouraging teenagers to look 24 and embracing girly things that cis men hate

American Kawaii

she looks like someone turned a Skittles commercial into a person and i love it

I’d have to wait months or even years for another chance to reblog this, so why the fuck not?

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I think I am officially Fandom Old. I am so worn out from the arguments on who's the top or the bottom (who cares), what is allowed to be written (anything you want, bejeebus), what is Problematic (I know, just tag it), what other people Should Do (they Should live their lives free of judgment). There isn't a Right Way to do things. Tag your stuff appropriately, don't read stuff you don't want to read, and leave other people (me) alone.

There is nothing quite like the freedom of having gone through all of the Discourse and come out the other side into the promised land of Not Giving A Fuck.

The three keys to the promised land are “Block, Unfollow, and Do Not Engage” 

I’d have to wait months or even years for another chance to reblog this, so why the fuck not?

HAPPY THURSDAY THE 20TH EVERYONE

Team “I can hear the near silent hum of electrical appliances and the bubbles fizzing in the can of soda on the coffee table, but can’t watch tv without subtitles and processes conversation at ¼ speed”

I fucking hate smart technology bro I’m so fucking sick of it

This stupid exchange between friends has become a cultural icon.

This text thread brought us into a new age

do they smoke weed?

Yes, actually.

you mean she isnt just smoking a cigarette? but a weed cigarette?

It’s called a bunt…. Not weed cigarette… And yes, it is a weed bunt. They all smoke weed bunts before we kiss. (They are my girlfriends,)

They don’t look like they smoke weed.

Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. I’m so angry you are so lucky my three weed smorking girlfriends are rubbing my shoulders to calm me down I’m so mad.

Your “weed smoking girlfriend” has a Hello Kitty tattoo on her belly. The one in the middle.

I printed out a photo of your avatar and taped it to my punching bag that I punch and I mutter your URL with every strong punch I punch you twerp…. Don’t ever Talk about Blaiz or the wicked Tat(tattoo) I drew on her ever again I Don’t wanna see you standing outside my home at 3 am holding your weird dripping brown bags ever again ok leave us alone this is the FINAL FUCKING WARNING 

Well that escalated quickly……

What, was that? Hmm? Come again. *Blaiz grabs my shoulder* Come on Jory, they aren’t worth it, please. * I jerk my shoulder shaking her hand off* NO! NOOOOO!!! *starts to just pummel you with my big fucking fists. With each blow I let out a furious yell. The blows come quicker and harder and the yells get louder. I’m yelling so loud and now I’m crying. BREAKING POINT. The week was hard and I can’t take anymore. I’m opening sobbing at this point while you blood gurgle. All three of my girlfriends struggle to pull me off and they finally succeed and lead me away from the goo pile that is now your body*

*shoots you dead* Heh, idiot… *leaves with my three weed smorking girlfriends to go hold hands and kiss.*

this dude playin omg 

Come again? *The bar falls silent. No one dares to make a sound, as you have just said a very poor choice of words at a very dangerous time. I remain slumped over the bar, not looking back to you. One hand limply holding an almost empty bottle, the other hand cradling my head. I repeat the question, this time louder.* Come again?! *You can hear me slur the words, the sentence sounds like a real struggle for me to get out. I’m clearly intoxicated. A bead of sweat rolls down your face as you realize you might have just fucked up in a very major way. Everyone else in the bar is pretending to not notice what is going on. The bartender idly washes a mug with a cloth. His eyes are closed and he’s muttering something to himself. A handful of people hurriedly leave. One person looks back at you, a look of sorrow on their face. They almost say something, but shake their head and cast their eyes down to the floor, and leave. But not you. You stand, petrified. A quick look at me reveals I’m still  at the bar. You look to the exit, there’s still time. But there’s not, there’s not, there’s not. Your fate was sealed the moment you opened your mouth.* Mother fuck.. what did you say?! *I slowly rise from my stool and being to lumber over to you.  I look a mess. My hair is unkempt, I haven’t shaved in what looks like months, there are dark heavy bags under my eyes, my shirt is stained and has holes in it, and I’m missing a shoe. But the main thing you notice is the gun tucked into my jeans, and my massive muscle arms that look like they were made for punching. You know that song about the boots that were made for walking? Yeah, it’s like that only instead of boots it’s my muscles and instead of walking it’s punching. As I drunkenly sway over to you, you think of your family… Will they mourn you, or will they try and forget this blotch of stupidity, that their child insulted the Jory publicly, ever happened to their family? Your thoughts are cut short as I now stand face to face with you. I grab your face and pull you even closer.* Playin?! There was nothing playing… no playing you fuck. No playing… it was real.. the realest thing I’ve ever know.. felt… Love. I loved them… Blaiz…. Chas-Chas… Funk… I loved all three of em… but they…*My face is wet with tears and I’m blinking constantly in vain to hold them back.* They left me… left… *Almost instantly the sadness leaves my face and is replaced with pure anger.* Playin? Playin?! *My hand leaves your face and starts to head to what you think is the gun. You close your eyes and see God looking at you, shrugging. ‘Pft, you brought this upon yourself dude.’ He says as he waves his hands at you dismissively. But instead of the gun, my hands grab yours. Your eyes jolt open and the anger is gone from my face. There is only sadness.* Left me… * I fall to the floor and sob.* Wow, grow up. *You say before you leave the bar but are hit almost immediately from a car and are killed upon impact.*