Today I Was Cyberbullied For Being As I Am. Apparently I Look Like A Criminal And A Robber And A Bad

In latest She Ra has fucking killed me

anyway. onto better things

A Vulcan named Stork works at the Terran adoption agency. Parents always request that he be the one to deliver their child to them.

The pure emotional distress of Tommy screaming for Sam’s help only for Sam to disappear is gut-renching

Sam: “Oh, watch out you might get—” Sapnap: “TOMMY!” Tommy: “SA—SAM! SAM!” Sam: “I’ll let you out. I’ll let you out. I’ll let you out. You’re good. You’re good.” Tommy: “I’m not getting out, I’m stuck. SA—” - Tommy: “—AM! SAM! SA—”

Me: Chilling and thinking about my SMP Headcanons for Bad.

Quackity:

Y’all ever just see a post and wonder if Tumblr was a mistake?

After being in the Live and playing the new season:

I swear if ANYTHING happens to Ghost or the player guardian Imma lose my shit

Reblog to let your followers know that they’re safe from jumpscares/screamers/etc from you on April 1st but they are NOT safe from getting boop’d like an idiot amen

Cause I need to ramble about this:

I have two dragon types. One is like the GOT dragons, big, multi-colored fire, and no front legs. But my other dragon type is a wings of fire hybrid, an ice/rain/night.

But my other types are earth animals. A white furred timber wolf, a snow leopard, and a melanistic barn owl.

My brain keeps getting confused on where my wings are and if they have feathers or not. It keeps getting confused on whether I should have fur or scales.

I feel my horns, both a crown of horns, a pair of simple wavy horns, and strong Jacob’s Sheep-like horns.

My final type is a ghoul, a nameless ghoul from Ghost. I feel the wings, the ram horns, the tail, the claws and teeth.

Oh, how I wish I was a shapeshifter