what do you mean this wasn’t what amok time was about
you finally sneak into the dragon’s cave and find his treasure chest. you open it and there is just a macaroni drawing by the dragon’s son.
“ITS TREASURE TO MEEEEE” the dragon bellows
how people can read karkat’s pesterlogs and write “fuckass” off as the funniest and most creative insult he’s used is beyond me like
Are you serious right now? I’m a fully certified neurosurgeon. I can break into people’s heads and rewire their brains and tamper with their memory, no problem. But this? This juice box? This sugary drink marketed for eight year olds? No. Sticking a straw into this juice container is apparently just too much for me to handle without fucking it up. I’m done. I quit. Goodbye.
i have a santa kink. i want you to dress up in a sexy santa suit and leave me expensive presents under the tree when im sleeping. leave afterwards
I’m not sexist but I can guarantee that this was written by a women…
"im not sexist im just going to assume this was written by a woman because it has something to do with wanting expensive gifts" moron
I cant stop smi l ing what the hell im happy what is this even im ahaa aha a giggly
Like I have fucking goosebumps mmmmmuuuhughg shit man
I don’t even care if you call me a “fucking hipster loser” for listening to the arctic monkeys and not being able to stop tapping my feet and hands and bobbing and moving and wanting to makeout with my boyfriend alright cause 1. they’re on the fucking radio 2. they rock????