local galvantula stan

the day jean or scott get added to rivals is going to be the first day of the rest of my life

the monkey's paw curls as they make jean a strategist

hey bestie you forgot the poll

I was talking to prev, asshole. The fucking critter-creature-beast poll blog? That person? Don't be a fucking dickhead.

sorry for being silly on my post it wont happen again

if i dont respond to a message from you i can basically guarantee its not because i dislike you. im just getting attacked by imps and shit all the time genuinely.

good god when the mr clean magic eraser hits the stove......

the panties hit the floor

you know it brother

Cant tell you how many times I rawd*gged my husband after I caught him using a magic eraser to clean the pasta sauce I burned onto the burner like some kind of primordial insect

you know what i wish you would tell me

everyone get unemployed. i will provide for us.

I love how safe everyone in the comments feels about being entirely dependant on a potentially psychopathic benefactor 😁

im nice…..

He’s literally nice

what's the dewey decimal number for foreskin. coward

prostrating myself at your feet for my lack of composure thank you for your wisdom

sometimes u gotta be like “ okay ” & leave that shit alone

the problem with employment is it gives you money to purchase video games but it takes away your time to play video games. Mao spoke of this

saw someone use the phrase "doomed queerplatonic situationship" to describe grace and stratt and now i can't get that out of my head

Real thing that changed how i write: I started asking "what does this character think is wrong with them" and separately "what is actually wrong with them." Those two things are almost never the same. She thinks she's too much. She's actually terrified of being too little. He thinks he's bad at commitment. He's actually just never met someone he trusted enough. The gap between their diagnosis of themselves and the real thing, that's your character arc right there. you don't have to explain it. just write both.

Calling any object I dislike debris regardless of size or purpose

Every time I open a door and someone is visibly yet distantly behind me I cackle with sadistic amusement before holding it open. Yessssssssssssssssssssssssss, RUN!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Run to me like the little gerbil you are

hey

not in the mood today quincy

seriously.. read the mood quincy

sorry guys