So, I’ve decided that it’s better for me to use this platform for positivity rather than spreading negativity by interacting with harassment and trolls. Here’s a fan edit I made imagining what it would be like if Sportacus was at Stonewall! 🏳️🌈
Sorry but this is the funniest thing to happen on this website. I’ve been thinking about this for hours. Literally I am sobbing,,, this HAS to be satire. I hate them. I hate this. I hate it here. Omg
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If I ever see any of you in public, the code is
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my dad just tried to describe the size of a large dog to me by saying “he could like stand up and make his own fucking dinner on the stove”
at walmarts bakery (i work in the deli) theres a computer for printing cake decals and theres always this t-posing cake with a stolen veggietales face on the homescreen
but i came in today and found him facing directly forward and no longer smiling
im terrified
On a scale from Ikari Shinji to Steven Universe, how well did you adjust to your unavoidable duty to save the world and actually the entire universe from a hostile alien apocalypse through horrific trauma and self-sacrifice because you were thrust into the role of a savior alongside creepy biological hybrid powers you inherited from your deceased mother as a literal young teenage boy, with nothing to help you cope except for the connections you made with other people? And at the end of your story, when all of your friends surrounded you and clapped for you, was it a scarring delusional moment of physical, psychological and emotional breakdown or was it the grand finale of a Broadway-style song and dance sequence?
the hottest possible take
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“My daydreams lie buried in autumn leaves, they’re covered with autumn rain. The time is sweet September,”
— Al Dubin, from Big Hits: “September In The Rain,” written c. 1960
using microsoft word
*moves an image a mm to the left*
all text and images shift. four new pages appear. paragraph breaks form a union. a swarm of commas buzzes at the window. in the distance, sirens.
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how dare you not to notice me when i’m ignoring you
