hi i'm scotch tape or cas for short // i post stuff sometimes and reblog occasionally // genderfluid bastard // any/all // pfp is Philip Pearson from Travelers (2016)
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scch :)
(uwu a great find)
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….gl-n-h-hd.
thats literally it..
there aren't enough people talking about the horse girl to band kid pipeline
ur gay
WHO TOLD YOU
did you know you can do anythingh with your ocs and no one can stop you.. did you know you can make aus of your ocs. you should make aus of your ocs
just said the Worlds Faggiest "Thank Youuuuu" to the cute subway guy making my sandwich
thought autocomplete would take me to outlook dot com not realising id forgotten the T before i pressed enter. However was very much pleased at what it took me to instead. I think I don't want to see my emails now. I think I will stay with the oul.
Apparently boomer Democrats are having meltdowns over a gen-z progressive who is primarying an 80 year old Democrat because she "went on trans podcasts" and wore a Charizard kigurumi
COME ON THE FRIGHTENING GHOUL CMON
“i love this gimmick blog so much. truly the frightening ghouls of all time”
“rok”
@lifedoesntdiscriminate ?
Two wizards are fighting. One of them says "Power Word: Take a Crap!" and the other one says "Power Word! Don't do that!" and 50% of the audience shits their pants
big fan of when youtubers break out the corkboard and string. thats when you know youre in for an insanely pointless breakdown of a media you're only tangentially familiar with.
BOY 🫵
thanks hon
is gay clown sex an orgy. do they have gay sex in a clown car. a clown carriage even. you’re a clown you should know
sometimes
Hey just a reminder that thought crime doesn’t exist and pretending to have empathy is just as good as having it! You can be the world’s biggest dickhead in the privacy of your own mind and as long as you’re outwardly kind it literally Does Not Matter
i actually really needed to hear this. love this outlook, thank you.
Happy Neil Day! Please enjoy the very rare alternate Neil images!
What's your opinion on gay clown sex
Our neighbours hate hearing it.
music just doesnt hit the same when youre not depressed enough
I don't talk about it much but I love rom hacks and game emulators. if you're looking for a free hobby that is really fun I highly recommend checking it out. convincing your computer that it's a nintendo wii is also very funny
I don't have skeletons but i do have two old men having sex in a tent
Linus and Clyde my beloathed
House in 2024
House: faggot
Foreman: I.. don't think you should be saying that
Chase: arh naur I theenk he carn archally. Ave you seenim with Wilson?
Cameron: I think it's a little rude to speculate about someone's sexuality while they're in the room
House: oh no no, let Chase continue. I wanna know when he'll start describing how I take in in the ass-
*house realizes something*
House: WE HAVE TO CHECK THE PATIENTS ASS
woah mama means family
googling shit like "why do i feel bad after hanging out with my friends" and all of the answers are either "you need better friends" (i don't; my friends are wonderful) or "your social battery is drained, you need to rest and regain your energy levels" (i don't; i've got tons of energy, it's just manifesting as over-the-top neurotic mania). why is this even happening. it's like some stupid toll i have to pay as a punishment for enjoying myself too much
I’m going through a very tough time right now— could I get some encouragement from you, my liege?
You must be your own favorite person. Treat yourself with the kindness you would extend to your dearest friends. Go outside and walk, or run if you need to. I want to hear your warrior's cry. Toss your mane and gallop through the fields. Give yourself a handful of oats to feast upon. If anyone stares at you, put your middle finger up at them, and then give them Horse Kick until they Beg For Mercy!
What do you get when you type I need into the tags..
Now consider: a man in a dress. Not in drag or all dressed up or anything. No accessories, no makeup or styling, just wearing the dress, some ratty boxers and muddy sneakers. No socks or stockings, hairy legs in the open air, just raw dogging those nasty shoes. Hair mildly damp. Visibly sleep-deprived. Bruises on shoulders, elbows and knees, left palm bleeding. Sitting on a curb on the street, shivering, looking wretched, and absolutely miserable.
I forgot where I was going with this.