Lloyd Garmadork

ok but the SECOND Kris turned on the water and the dialog said "it's loud"...

like, it's so obvious they were gonna hurt themselves...

and Toriel, despite being the great mom that she is, still was just like, "oh yeah they sometimes go into the bathroom for a while"

hmmm...

gonna be honest here I don't really see the point to remembering most of my ancestors

I don't want to care about someone just because they share genetics with me. if I'm going to honor someone, I'm going to honor people who really deserve it. people who have given me a reason to thank them.

that's not my ancestors. my ancestors were white colonists. for obvious reasons, not the best

anyway... honor the people who have fought for equal rights, or have been a friend to you. honor people because they deserve it

obviously it's moral orel. it's pink and everything

I just wanna test if there are actually two types of people in the world

lmao I was literally thinking about this after I started watching mp

this is my animated conman venn diagram. “adopted kids” might be controversial because they all have kids but mabel and dipper are already related to stan, and you cant convince me pearl is related to mr krabs i do not care what the trivia book says hes lying to her

well shit

I lost my best friend 3 years ago- not lost as in dead but lost as in we only text each other on our birthdays now. Movies and books don't tell you that a friendship dying is like the sinking of a ship, you try to get higher and higher and hold onto the rails and unanswered texts, the captain tries to steer it to safety and salvage pieces of two broken hearts until you're left with memories of what once was. We were friends for a decade and knew each other's diaries by heart, I still remember her phone number and the way she took her coffee. Seeing her in streets is like breathing in a scent you forgot you knew but it immediately takes you back to a summer in '07.

Movies and books also don't tell you that friendships don't just end after one fight or incident, it's like the rusting of a bridge, the slow decay of flesh and bones and secrets. It took weeks, months- until one day I woke up and I realized I hadn't thought of her in a while. And I wrote a poem that day and I titled it 'The dying of a best friend' and I put all my love for her in a tiny box with my half of the matching pendant of a dolphin we had and stored them in a corner of my heart under the heading Grief. Where else can one hide unspent love?

It's been 3 years since I lost my best friend, lost as in I still carry our secrets in a tiny box but we only text each other on our birthdays.

-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The world is a sphere of ice and our hands are made of fire

Deadpool introduces Danny Phantom to the 4th wall.

3am lemon run 🍋 (as one does) in socks n’ knock off slides with your informally adopted son/human nightlight. 

shared this with a sam and max discord a while back but i guess you can have it

sigh

frog girl 🐸

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