@evilfreakybilly made me post this

me when anything even remotely inconvenient happens

882 days left of the pit of despair

surely this cannot be too hard a concept for people to grasp

We need to bring “read another book” type energy to like, fandom in general, and I’m not joking.

If you could go back 20 years an get people, at scale, to expand their taste in fiction beyond Harry Potter, we would not be here right now.

People focusing on the Harry Potter series on this post are missing the point.

The point isn't that Harry Potter itself is the problem, it's that a large fandom obsessed with one work, and only one work, to the exclusion of all other works, combined with a rapturous devotion to that specific creator, resulted in a socio-political landscape where one very popular author of children stories can single-handedly swing a society into a genocide.

Reblog this version

i’m worried this hasn’t been posted here yet

i’m worried this hasn’t been posted here yet

All my haters become lactaters when they suckle at the teat of success

All my haters become fellators when presented with the cock of victory

All my followers become judgemental when confronting my posts of internet

basketball dracula isn't real dude he can't-- *sudden squeaking noises from the shadows*

*two pool toys having sex tumble by in the wind* oh thank god

*thunderous slam dunk noise*

basketball dracula isn't real dude he can't-- *sudden squeaking noises from the shadows*

*two pool toys having sex tumble by in the wind* oh thank god

*thunderous slam dunk noise*

She’d look similar to her Human version from turning from bug to human in that other fun au idea :)

Hornet would reveal herself in this story by coming to try and find her escape artist of a sibling. When she finally finds Ghost, Dewi flies up to say hi.

Dewi soon learns that not every human is as willingly brave to have a bee land on their face like Ghost and gets swatted… he’s okay tho! Just a bit more cautious.

Me, trying to impress my date with a display of my boundless humility: I would like to order one single, solitary crumb.

Waitress taking my order: Such arrogance! Not only do you presume to boast under the guise of being humble, but your order employs the most decadent of linguistic excesses - the tautology!

My date, who until recently thought "tautology" referred to the study of tensile strengths and upon learning her mistake compensated by reading through its Wikipedia article: That would be more correctly identified as a "pleonasm".

The editor I hired to curate my posts who styles himself as a sort of scheming court advisor: My liege, this one is getting away from us. The punchline loses much of its impact when the rest of the joke is derailed by this increasingly self-indulgent meta humour. Were it up to me, your Grace, which of course it is not, I would cut the others and leave myself as the only supporting character. You need noone else, Your Majesty...

My card: Declines

I'm sending you coordinates to the party rock. the party rock is coming from inside the house

Yes but will we have a good time?

Will we lose our minds at any point?

And most importantly…

will there be any shuffling?

I don't know. stay vigilant.

why is everything a dead wife to you people.

my dead skateboarding cousin

Memento Throckmori

actually just doing this as its own post because i don’t like how long the reblog looks

(sorry for the second post, the whole concept was supposed to go together initially but i got too excited)

*makes you cum* *immediately rolls over and starts reblogging pictures of medieval knights*

how it feels to be in a transitional period