Myfredbearsfamilydiner-blog - You Can't Handle My Level Of Autism

REBLOG THIS IF YOU THINK THAT YOUR INTERNET FRIENDS DESERVE THE WORLD AND EVERYTHING BEYOND THAT.

ROUND TWO OF LIKES CHARGE REBLOGS CAST ✨

all's well here in the United States

crazy how fanfic authors drop the most beautiful and gorgeous pieces of work ever, leaving you speechless and sobbing at three in the morning as you quietly contemplate the masterpiece you just read

and they don’t get paid for it they just do it because they’re having fun and they want to share their joy with you

like I would literally die for all of you fanfic authors out there reblog to swear your allegiance to fanfic authors

"hOw cAN YoU MoCk a DEaD mAn??"

Well, unfortunately, he was reckless and didn't prepare ahead of time, so he failed to meet the requirements that prove he actually NEEDS access to quality grief and mourning.

His limited plan only covered brief consideration as a passing thought, so unfortunately, he had to pay for his own consequences out of pocket. 🤷🏽‍♀️🫤🤷🏽‍♀️

I love abortion: all day every day 😊

Reblogging again I think, but U.H.C actually wants to not pay for anesthesia, so people might soon be awake for surgery

Assumption: you don’t like pineapple on pizza

three hours soul-dead into my shift; i would’ve swallowed plaster if it meant i could leave. droning phones—sales script, etc. etc. (who here hasn’t been dehumanized by minimum wage?) my manager came in to send us all home. we’re closing early today because of the coup. the coup? the fucking coup? what fucking coup? born-again-nazis-illusioned-for-justice climbing the walls, apparently. brought ladders and guns, apparently. to washington, apparently. sir, we live in canada?? doesn’t really matter. we close (no, we’re not getting compensated, but it doesn’t really matter because see aforementioned statement re: plaster). at home (thrilled and confused) i find my sister cutting fresh pineapple on the laminate countertop, and take a big bowl as a reward for not eating plaster. i sit on the rug. i prop up my laptop and watch the news from five thousand kilometers away. the president tells his thugs that they’re “special people”. fun times. fun times. around then, swallowing (something i have historically been very good at) becomes as insurmountable as the american capitol building (a-fucking-pparently). pineapple is my forbidden fruit—because that was the day i finally realized i was allergic to pineapple :(