But How AM I Gonna Be An Octopus About This??? ://

You, you support trans men.

Someone: *Shows slight interest in the DreamSMP*

Half of the fandom: *Running forwards, tripping over their own feet and each other* someONE FUCKED A SALMON

(/rp) Anyway shout out to Eret for actually putting the emotions and well being of one of the many traumatized children in this story before his own wants immediately.

When Ghostbur asked for help to be revived he immediately thought about Fundy first. He wanted to help because he wanted Fundy to have a father - even after making it clear he wants to adopt Fundy. He’s putting Fundy’s well being before his own wants and can I just say the bar is LOW if this is a rare thing.

something i haven't seen anyone mention about the Puss in boots: the last wish

there are plenty of stories about someone trying to cheat death, but I don't think I've ever come across a story before where death doesn't play fair either. and the fact that the wolf just casually admitted it? loved it

and the twist is hilarious: you would think that he has some pretty good reason for trying to kill Puss before his time has come, but no. Death just got fed up with watching this dumbass cat waste his lives in incredibly stupid ways, and decided that this arrogant lil bitch needs to get his ass whooped

Puppet history x ghost files crossover where Shane and Ryan are investigating the puppet history set except whenever Shane leaves the set the professor appears and when Shane gets back the professor disappears, Shane doesn't believe in the professor and the professor doesn't believe in Shane and both are driving Ryan insane as usual

I love how muppets walk I wish I could walk like that

Phil: It’s Christmas and you know what that means.

Tubbo: Everyone is going to try to kill each other at the dinner table?

Techno: The sweet release of death?

Wilbur: Getting drunk on my own while crying in the bathtub?

Tommy: The fact that I will only get coal from Santa?

Phil: I was going to say “ugly sweaters competition” but you know what? We’re going to therapy.

We all got that homie whose air of silliness doesnt hide the haunted look in their eyes😂👆

My friend sometimes brings her six-year-old to our DnD sessions and my husband (the DM) lets her roll for all enemy attacks and sometimes he will show her a few figures and let her secretly pick what creature we meet next. Who needs encounter tables when you have a first-grader around

Me: -so after it became apparent that ‘retarded’ had become a term of abuse, educators and psychiatrists switched to other terms like ‘handicapped’ or ‘special needs’ in an attempt to -

George Orwell, whom I’ve dragged forward in time with my arcane powers because I’m lonely and want someone to talk to: You have a telephone in your pocket?  It listens to you all the time?

Me: Never mind about that, the point is, young people now mock each other by sending the wheelchair emoji - that’s a type of electronic heiroglyph - to suggest mental deficiency and shout SPESHUL!!!! while doing offensive imitations of disabled facial expressions and posture.  So any attempt to lexographically make crimethink impossible is pretty much doomed because the meaning of words in everyday conversation can’t be controlled by a dictionary entry, no matter how many Ministry of Truth employees-

Orwell: It reports your location to the telephone company at all times?