goddamn i dont even know


my neighbors are mowing their lawn and weed-eating and i start stream in half an hour i’m LITERALLY going to die

Don’t you ever just sit somewhere, possibly your room, alone, then blast kpop songs and lip sync every word passionately while crazily head banging. Because I do that everyday.


So I’ve been watching Daft Thoughts recently.

anonymous asked:

So you know how wetwareproblem claims to be a queer elder? She's seventeen. Her system is 34. Biologically she's a teenager who "doesn't interact with minors". Wtf?

wetwareproblem is such a fucking mess tbh…. like goddamn… i dont even know how to react to this except like,,, Yikes

anonymous asked:

Hey, just letting ya know, your pic of the argo 2 crew popped up on my twitter feed. Rick Riordan retweeted it. Someone reposted it and another person gave credit, but both versions were retweeted by him. Felt you might like to know.

yeah i just saw it!! 

at the same time that i got super happy i was also sort of mad because he originally saw it from a person who reposted my art without credit :/ luckly people saw that and were quick to reply, crediting me, even Rick was kind enough to retweet that, giving me proper credit :,)

after that, the person who originally reposted my art said

(which is the mOST INFURIATING THING YOU CAN SAY TO AN ARTIST plz punch me in the face but dont give me this goddamn winky emoji)



Toothless is in danger I understand that, but your LITERALLY HOLDING YOUR CRUSH AFTER SHE RAN INTO YOUR ARMS. RAN! Again, toothless in danger, could die, I get it. Just sayin’ you could have a better look on yOUR FACE SIR

i started this blog for shits and giggles not really knowing what the fuck i was doing but somehow here we are


a casual Demonstuck!Dirk  because why not


I belive he likes his single dingle appartment! 

Can you tell which of the chairs is the one he sits on? Yes you can.

Thing for prodegy-pines :3


(Some three years before present day)

● A smiling, chubby man leads a tour group through the woods. He stops, bringing the swarm behind him to a standstill. The man turns around to look at his group, as he gestures to a statue sitting next to him

“Here, in the small town of Gravity Falls, lies the statue of what once terrorized the citizens, ready to destroy the entire planet for his own selfish needs. Ready to destroy all of time and reality, even. The anomoly was known as Weirdmageddon to the tyrant who started it, but anyone who knew what was happening would have called it the tempus abruptionis, or the “Rift in Time” yet who’s being technical. I don’t even know why it’s called that, the guy who knew stuff told me this. The important thing is, the one who opened this rift up to reak havoc, ended up dying. Or, I can’t say he died, because he’s here. You see the statue, here? Yes yes, it’s cracking. A full three years of weather and kids climbing all over it, it will break soon. The entity inside will break out and maybe wreak havoc once again, maybe decieve more as he has done countless times before. Maybe our demise is closer than we think…“

● He says with a spooky voice but then smiles brightly at the children who seem to be cowering behind their respective parents.

“Pretty mysterious, right? What else could you expect from Gravity Falls, home of the Mystery Shack?”

● He asks them, then ushers them along down the path. Behind them, seen by nobody, the statue seems to be falling apart much more quickly, and suddenly this big-ass light flashes out of it and into the woods…

(Present Day)

♤ William Rephic stands in front of his mirror, staring at himself once again as if he cannot believe he exists for some reason. He’s been doing this for the past three years, ever since he apparently awoke from a coma according to the humans who were taking care of him at the time. So he had just smiled and nodded, not saying a word. The demon had been busy wondering what was going on at the time but now, in the present, is not the time to be pondering his coma and gaping hole in his mind, now was the time to be going to work. Bill picks up his hat and places it on his head, it’s a black and white trucker cap with the words “Mystery Shack” scrawled on the face of it. The demon leaves his home, and sets off for the mystery shack. When he gets there, he grins widely at Soos, the owner of the Tourist Trap, as he walks through the entrance.

“Hey, boss, aren’t your pals from a few years ago when I wasn’t here coming soon?”

♤ He asks. For some reason, the twins he had heard so much about had not come to town for the three years he had been working in Gravity Falls, but now they were finally coming. Today. The man replies;

“Yeah, they should be here any min-ah!”

we dont talk a lot about how damaging it can be to feel like u cant talk about ur special interest but if u ever want to yell about ur special interest, even if u think i dont give a shit, even if i dont know a goddamn thing about it, even if weve never talked, i wanna share ur enthusiasm i will listen to All of it  

pls dont ever feel like u have to shut up about ur special interest bc there Are people out there who will be happy to get excited about it with u & see ur passion for it & learn about it. im tired of being told that we have to keep quiet bc nobody cares, it makes me afraid to talk about the things i love & thats such a shitty way to feel