Haven't Thought About Hanahaki In A Hot Minute But Consider For Me If You Will. Stobotnik.

Noooo😭

The YouTube content creator community was wracked by macabre tragedy this morning after Amelia Bedelia was instructed to hang streamers for a six year old’s birthday party

Look who’s back! Quite some time’s passed, but Jessie and Arbok are finally reunited~

hey. don’t cry. crush three cloves of garlic into a pot with a dollop of olive oil and stir until golden then add one can of crushed tomatoes a bit of balsamic vinegar half a tablespoon of brown sugar half a cup of grated parmesan cheese and stir for a few minutes adding a handful of fresh spinach until wilted and mix in pasta of your choice ok?

I think the entire qsmp egg event is such an interesting look into the human psyche and imprinting and if I were a psych major I’d be eating that shit up or something. There’s something to be said about this whole thing with not only the viewers getting attached but the streamers as well. And the people who said they wouldn’t get attached getting attached and not only that but getting emotional too. Over a couple of pixels. Someone smarter than me can definitely say it better but still

he got that sass thrown back in his face in approximately 3 minutes (jayvik and the ugly fuck singed as sonic 3)

If i had a nickel for every doomed yaoi ship i’ve been hyper fixated on this year that ended in a space explosion, features mad scientists, and whose ship name ends in -ik i’d have 2 nickels, which isn’t a lot but it’s weird that it happened twice

Noooo in my world history class we read if WW1 was a bar fight, and someone made mistake of asking if there was a part 2 and we ended up listening to someone reading a hetalia fanfiction out loud for a solid 10 minutes

one od my fellow students just started explaining to our professor what a fan fiction is

i'm dying

Petition to @staff for turning the checkmarks into daggers for the ides of march

Devotion

I wonder if anyone has studied me in the ways I’ve studied you,

Faithfully cataloging every habit and hobby and quirk,

Because to be known is to be loved, and how i love you,

The great loves of my life, my sisters, friends, and not quite lovers,

I wish to cradle you close, in the palm of my hand.

Every act of creation is done with you in mind,

A gift, made with the hope of being treasured by you,

To make you understand the depths of my love,

I try to cry out, “see, see how i know you! See how i love you!”

But speaking the words is a difficult task that leaves me vulnerable,

To a rejection i couldn’t face if you didn’t know or understand,

The depths of my love.

So i’ll choke on the blooms of my love for all of you,

The great loves of my life, become part of me,

In lilies and peonies and lavender, crawling up my lungs,

And i would gladly die, just for the thought of having given you,

The hope, the feeling, or even the faintest notion,

That you were loved.