crispyhexagon

me: eating a pizza alone in the dark

this post: exists

me: is this a personal attack?

:chonky-bear:

i think maybe part of it is the subject matter.

"... find harry," ron bellowed in hermiones ear, pressing a wand into her hand, [as] they edged out of the room again into rons own bedroom, which seemed even smaller than it really was because every inch of the walls and ceiling had been covered in magical flyers and posters, the orange of idksomewizardshit and the black and red of broomsticksportballteam predominating.

when youre reading about wizards zippity zapping each other with big red sparkles, you tend to be a bit more forgiving of the language

imagine that, a sockpuppet bot account agreeing with another sockpuppet bot account about everyone being sockpuppet bot accounts.

smh my head, these upbear manipulations are getting out of hand.

beepboop this comment was ethically sourced from the arachno-syndicalist free cyborg collective of nacho-socialist extremism

lets put aside our differences

what differences?

the deep abiding love of brunch vs the pathological need to be alpha? no seriously, what fucking differences?

scp foundation is a direct continuation of the collective cthulhu mythos, change my mind

edit: you cant. it is. :squidward-chill:

we need a blazing saddles style superhero movie.

someone go back in time and get gene wilder and cleavon little, theyve got unfinished business

what if your name was gregor and this dude showed up on your island one day and then kept debating to themselves if they should dismember and consume your friend betsy, or shuck and devour you, and absolutely wailing about the moral ramifications of just sharing the ceasar salad you were eating for lunch because "it has anchovies!" only for them to look you dead in the eye and ask permission to hack off a few of your limbs?