My Only Moods Are

chillin but also seconds away from bursting into tears

“So let me get this straight. We’re here to rescue a princess.”

“That’s right.”

“At the request of a princess.”

“Right again.”

“And you, who will be leading the expedition, are also a princess.”

“You’re very perceptive.”

“How big is your royal family, again?“

“We don’t have one.”

“But–“

“We overthrew our monarchy centuries ago, but we kept most of the titles around. The rank of ‘princess’ is held by the directors in charge of various civil service branches.“

“Huh. And the princess we’re rescuing today is in charge of…?”

“Public sanitation.”

“The Lord of Death’s Dominion kidnapped your public sanitation director?”

“We think he’s a little confused.”

This image has a powerful aura

oh to be a little goose and wreak absolute havoc

Concept: Gender reveal parties for non binary/agender/fluid/secretive people where instead of the honoree revealing their gender, the guests all bring a gender suggestion. Like “cowboy”, “abandoned Blockbuster” or “Victorian child ghost” and then the person picks a winner.

i know there’s the joke that as kids we thought that the bermuda triangle and quicksand were way more serious than they actually are but you know what else i thought was a notable danger? whirlpools. i thought they just kind of popped up in the ocean randomly and sucked down giant ships to the bottom of the ocean and it was a big problem.

do you know how many recorded cases there have been of whirlpools sucking down large ships? zero. it’s never fucking happened in real life.

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(C.B)(8.11.19)

Why are we still here. Just to suffer? Every week I must do laundry