im waiting for my roommate to come home with pokemon and modeled a really shitty wooloo that my computer is now exploding trying to understand that i want this motherfucker to be as floppy as possible
might be too floppy
he might die
i didnt m mean t
our discord unanimously agreed that ratatouille is a mecha and I cried laughing after making this joke
bruh
OP forgot the best part, which is the last known instance of this phenomenon within the maritime sector
me when i meet the person who created webp files
It was google by the way, they thought it would be such a good file type it would replace the need for all other image files, that's why anything they own or partner with tries to force it on us though no art programs can even work with it.
Everytime I see posts like this I get filled with such profound sadness
Cause you know who has the same brainrot as you? The same unhinged feelings as you after you've read the fic? The person who always wants to scream about the fic with you?
THE PERSON WHO WROTE IT
I never used to leave comments but since I got into the habit of commenting on everything i enjoy it's been incredible. Especially when the author gets back to me about it and we get to have a discussion of what other ideas they had. One writer replied to my comment with a 5 paragraph essay detailing the Floorplan of the building the characters lived in and it was incredible
Anyways this is all to say that if you find a fic that just makes you want to scream from the rooftops, leave a comment saying that to the author and maybe they will join you and you can scream incoherently together
Certain words can change your brain forever and ever so you do have to be very careful about it.
Me being gunned down in a New York speakeasy after Tony Pastroni found out I been sleepin with his girl
me at the cheese factory making the cheese
[ ID: Two tweets by Jay Hulme @ JayHulmePoet that read as follows,
People go off about transphobes not knowing any better because they're 'old' and today my 90 year old Grandad gifted me one of his fancy suit jackets, complimented my terrible beard, and continued his extremely wholesome habit of calling me "sonny me lad".
So. Yeah.
I spent years terrified of coming out to him because he was in his 80's at the time so I wrote him a letter like "I'm a man, Gramps" and he was so proud he showed the letter to his neighbors and phoned me and opened with "So how's my Grandson?" and has never got a pronoun wrong.
/end ID. ]
[ ID: Two tweets by
Jay Hulme @ JayHulmePoet
that read as follows,
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
Happy Pride Month to those who only recently discovered their identity.
Happy Pride Month to those who are still exploring their identity.
Happy Pride Month to those who are still in the closet.
Happy Pride Month to those who have been ostracized by the community (aro/aces, bisexuals, transgenders, etc).
Every few months twitterinas bring back the “carnivores are a problematic element of nature and we should feed them synthetic meat and make it so they don’t eat herbivores. this is completely normal, feasible and won’t have any kind of repercussion on the ecosystem” discourse
First time I saw that was a guy who had as proposition to create fake prey animals with a robotic exoskeleton and covered in synthetic meat that predators would hunt, eat and then the exoskeleton would get up and go to the lab to get re meated. That was funny as hell
Tiger watching skinless carcass it just ate get up and walk away
